Didn’t we already have this discussion? she asked.
Gabe is in surgery, I told him. He had some internal bleeding.Cut on my arm was pretty nasty, and I have a lovely concussion, but that’s it. He tensed. My board?
I shook my head. I don’t know. It wasn’t with you.His arm tightened around me. Okay. It doesn’t matter. I’ll get another one sent to the next port.I’m sorry you lost your ridge.
He took a deep breath. Yeah. Me, too. We can’t make it now, can we?I shook my head. We have to leave first thing in the morning to get back to port or we’ll miss the ship. Gently pushing off him, I raised to see his face. You okay?
He stared up at the ceiling. As long as Gabe is, then yeah.
I know. I never imagined I would train all this time, work my ass off in planning, and then have that happen. I know it happens, I’m well aware of the statistics, but I never imagined it would happen to me.We came upon a large, gray building on the right-hand side. That should be it, I said, matching it to the picture Penna had printed out for us.
Landon pulled the SUV over and parked but didn’t shut off the engine. I cranked the heat, my hands suddenly cold.He reached for them and warmed the digits between his palms. What do you need?
I don’t have the first clue.You don’t have to do this today. We can fly back tomorrow afternoon and still make the boat. If you need time, I can give you that.