How does he do that?
“What?” Sean’s confused gaze slid from Trace, to Emma, and back again. “What is it?”
“Nothing.” Emma glared at Trace before offering her brother a smile. “I’m just worried about Jake. That’s all.”
From her peripheral, she could tell Trace wasstillstaring at her.
Well, he could stare all he wanted. The last thing her brother needed was to start worrying about her, too.
“What about the others?” She quickly changed the subject. “Is everyone else okay?”
They seemed to be earlier. But everything had happened so quickly, she hadn’t gotten a good look as they were running out of the building.
You didn’t run, remember? Trace carried you.
Of course, she remembered. The way he’d scooped her up as if she weighed nothing and then carried her to safety...
That was something she wouldn’t soon forget.
“Trev and the rest of the team are okay. Before Eric left, he assured us you were okay, too, so Trev went home to check in on Lexi and clean up. Said he’d be back after he spends some time with his wife. Pretty sure, the others are planning to do the same.”
“Then I should, too.” Emma nodded. “I’ll go home, shower and change, and come back.”
“You have a concussion,” Trace ratted her out. “You need to go home, shower, and rest.”
“You told us you were fine.” Mac frowned.
“You have a concussion, too?” Sean shot her an incredulous look. “Why the hell are you even out of bed?”
Not bothering to hide her agitation, Emma pursed her lips and sent Trace an admonishing look. “Thanks.”
His response was an unapologetic shrug, making her want to growl and stomp her foot. Instead, she turned her attention away from the frustrating man, and did her best to convince both Mac and her brother that she was fine.
“It’s a verymildconcussion. And as you can see, I’m good to go.”
“I tried to get her to stay,” Trace tattled on her even more. “She wouldn’t listen to me.”
“I don’t evenknowyou!” She threw out her hands, the sound of them slapping her thighs through the thin scrubs filling the room.
With a huff, Sean rose to his feet once more, his entire focus on Trace. Storming across the room, he pointed to the door.
“We need to talk,” he barked, not bothering to check that Trace was following.
Both men went into the hallway, Trace shutting the door behind him as he left.
“What the hell was that all about?” Emma turned back to Mac.
“Who knows. Coop’s probably just worked up about the explosion and wants to talk to Trace about work or something.”
“And they had to go out into the hallway for that conversation?”
Emma wasn’t buying it.
“It’s Coop.” Mac winced when she shifted her position in the bed. “When he gets like this, I’ve learned to ask as few questions as possible.”
Not sure how long her brother and Trace would be, Emma took advantage of the empty chair.
“Are you hurting?” She studied Mac closely as she sat down. “I can call the nurse if you need some pain meds or something.”