“Aww, look at you guys. Aren’t they cute, Scarlett?”

Dani and Diesel backed away from each other at Marcus’s teasing voice.

Scarlett was grinning. “So damn cute.”

“Fuck off, assholes,” Diesel said, but he was trying not to smile.

“That’s no way to talk to your chauffeurs,” Marcus said lightly.

Scarlett nodded. “Are you ready to go home, tough guy?”

Diesel looked at Dani. “You called them?”

Dani nodded. “I was pretty sure you’d be asking for the AMA form, and I don’t have a car here.” She did, however, have their phones. Troy had given them back when they’d left for Delores’s shelter and Dani had spent most of the first hour texting everyone to let them know that she and Diesel were okay.

She’d asked Marcus to help because she needed someone with enough muscle to get Diesel in and out of a vehicle, and anyone else who was strong enough was either on duty or in the hospital themselves.

They would have had their pick of chauffeurs had Kaiser attacked them on the west side of town, closer to Diesel’s house, because that was where Stone was hospitalized. Dani’s free clinic was practically next door to the hospital downtown, so their friends and family had been driving back and forth all evening.

The proximity to the downtown hospital had, however, saved Jenny’s life. She was out of surgery with a hopeful prognosis. Her sister was with her now. Jenny had only woken once, asking after Miles, but fell back into unconsciousness before anyone could tell her that Dr. Miles Kristoff was alive, but still in surgery.

Neither Jenny’s sister nor Dani had realized that Jenny and Miles were even seeing each other. Thankfully both Jenny and Miles had family in the area, because for now she had to focus on Diesel, making sure he got the care he needed once they were home.

“We were going to start a pool on how many hours you’d stay in the hospital,” Scarlett said, “but nobody would take the bet.” She leaned in to kiss Diesel’s cheek. “Tell me that you’re okay,” she whispered, all levity gone.

“I’m okay. Been better, been a lot worse.”

“And he’ll be even better soon,” Dani said firmly. “They did a chest X-ray while they were checking for tonight’s damage.” Which, thankfully, hadn’t been nearly as bad as it could have been, the bullet missing all his major organs. “The cardiothoracic surgeon said he could remove that other bullet as soon as Diesel is recovered from tonight. That he could have removed the sucker ten years ago.”

Marcus’s face broke into a bright smile. “How did you manage to get a surgeon to evaluate him? You’ve only been here a few hours.”