“How much longer do we have to sit here?” “I have no idea. Until the doc says you’re good to go, we have to stay put. I really am sorry.” “Stop apologizing. If I got a quid for every time you’ve done that in the last hour or so, I’d be able to retire.” “Sorry.” “Stop it. You did what you had to do.” “And got you shot.” Nate looked down at his hands. “He got away and took the woman with him. At least the baby’s safe. Baby’s fine, by the way. She’s up on the children’s ward until the local boys trace her father.” “And you saw the number of the car and descriptions of all of them. He won’t get far. And being hurt in the line of duty happens.” “I got you shot. I’m sorry, I feel horrible.” “You feel horrible?” Dane rolled his eyes. “You’ll feel even worse when I start charging you for apologizing. Did you pull the trigger? No. Therefore it’s not your fault.” “But—” “Nate,” he said, totally exasperated now. “Enough.
