“How does this connect to Scott King?” Deacon asked.

“We don’t know yet,” Diesel admitted.

Dani noted that he wasn’t sharing the fact that he’d discovered Scott King’s e-mail password on the casino’s network. Probably because he didn’t yet have anything concrete to share.

“Do you need us?” she asked. “Because I need to sleep.” She’d forgotten to take one of her pills in the commotion last night and had finally taken it several hours too late. It shouldn’t make a difference to her antiviral levels, but missing sleep was an excellent way to open herself up to illness.

She couldn’t get sick now. She had two kids that needed her.

“No,” Deacon told her. “Go to sleep. I’m going back to the hospital to sit with Faith and Jeremy.”

“And I’m going home,” Adam announced. “Meredith has been texting me every hour wondering if I’m okay. I’m going to sleep for a few hours before I tackle all these crime scenes again. Both CPD and the FBI have ponied up people to stand guard, here and at the hospital, in case King tries again. You’re covered.”

Dani stood up and tugged on Diesel’s hand. “Come on. I’m about to fall asleep on my feet. And you need to sleep, too,” she added before he could say that he needed to work some more.

Diesel followed her to the master bedroom, both of them ignoring the pointed looks from her brother and cousin. Dani closed the door. “You can search Scott King’s e-mail after you’ve slept.” He opened his mouth as if to argue, so she added, “Besides, I’ll sleep better if you’re with me.” She sat on the bed and kicked off her shoes. “Please?”

“Okay,” he said. “But just for a few hours. As long as King is out there, none of you are safe.”

Without another word, they found toothbrushes and took care of their nightly routines. Dani opened the bag that Faith had packed for her and reluctantly chose a loose T-shirt and flannel pants to sleep in, because she really wanted to feel Diesel’s bare skin against hers. But as long as there were kids who might need them in the night, they’d need to be more circumspect.

She came out of the bathroom, pausing for a moment to appreciate the sight of Diesel shirtless in the bed. She’d long wondered what he looked like under his tight T-shirts. He’d more than surpassed her imaginings. The man was seriously cut, with a six-pack that would make any breathing woman drool.

He gave her a knowing smirk and lifted the blanket. “You wanted to sleep, Doc. So come and sleep.”