Sawyer frowned. “You’ve already died once in the last twenty-four hours. Don’t make me kill you again.”

I giggled and then held my breath. “Damn, that hurts. I can’t imagine what two feels like. Thomas probably won’t be able to move when he wakes up.” I looked over at him and squeezed his hand.

He blinked.

“Morning, sunshine,” Marks said.

Thomas immediately looked to his left. His features softened, and a tired wide grin formed. “Hey.” He pulled my hand to his mouth and kissed my knuckles. He relaxed his cheek against the pillow.

“Hey.”

“Thought I’d lost you.”

I wrinkled my nose. “Nah.”

Sawyer stood. “I’m going to head out. Glad you’re both all right. See you at work.” He walked over to me, kissed my hair, and then strolled out.

“Bye,” I said.

Val smiled. “He promised to sign the papers.”

“He did?” I asked, surprised.

Marks snorted. “On the condition that he keeps the condo.”

I looked to Val.

She shrugged. “I hope you were serious when you said you wanted a roommate.”

“It’s only temporary anyway,” Marks said. “I’m going to talk her into moving in with me.”

“Fuck off,” she snapped. She smiled down at me. “You just worry about getting well. I’ll take care of everything. It’s perfect timing anyway. You’ll need someone to help you cook and clean.”

Marks looked at Thomas. “You’re shit out of luck, buddy.”

“Can I move in, too?” Thomas teased. He held his breath while he shifted to get comfortable.

Val motioned to Marks. “We should go. Let them rest.”

Marks nodded, standing and patting Thomas’s foot rail. “Hang in there, brother. We’ll hold down the fort.”

“I was afraid you’d say that,” Thomas said.

Marks held out his hand to Val, she took it, and they walked into the hallway together.

“What about Grove?” I asked Thomas. “Any updates?”

He nodded. “Marks said they’re taking care of it, keeping it along the same lines—a mugging gone wrong.”

“What about the witnesses?”

“It’s taken care of. Benny has no clue that Travis will be knocking on his door soon, and Tarou will just think he’s lost his infiltration. The investigation can go on as planned.”

I nodded. Thomas rubbed my thumb with his, and I looked down at our hands.

“I hope this is okay,” he said.

“It’s better than okay.”

“You know what this means, don’t you?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“Matching scars.”

A wide grin stretched across my face.

Thomas held my hand against his cheek and then kissed my wrist. Slowly lowering our hands to the mattress, he settled in, relaxing, as he made sure he could see me until he fell asleep.