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“Let es”

“Please don’t even joke about that,” I said

“No joke, baby”

I’d suspected as much “Be careful, Dane”

“Don’t worry about me You take care of yourself”

“I’e props for rigging up the GoPros”

“I’ll be sure to pat him on the back,” he said dryly They reached the patio “We’re going in”

I sent up a silent prayer they’d be co out—with Amsel

Rosa joined us in the great room I was moderately surprised she didn’t have a bowl of popcorn in her hands as she settled in Though from the worry lines etched on her face I was on to her For all her bravado, she appeared as terrified as I was

“How’s A?” I asked her

“Medically induced co ahead of him”

“Shit”

“He’s tough as nails,” Stan said in a reassuring tone “He’ll pull through”

I tried to buy into that theory But my insides were all twisted and I was a bit loopy froiven me It was difficult to concentrate on the TV, yet I did my best

Kyle and Dane split up, each taking a different entryway into the living room