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Abigail caught Mateo speeding out of her hospital room like the bats of hell were on his tail. His expression was grim and she felt his irritation from the distance as if it were a presence shrouding him in flames.
Catching Parker by the arm, she smiled. “Could you go on without me? I’ll be right there.”
“Of course,” Parker said. “The fact that he’s up and talking is a good sign. I’m sure he’ll make a fast recovery.”
“Thank you, Parker.”
He nodded and disappeared into her father’s room. Abigail took off, racing to catch up to Mateo. His broad-shouldered form was easy to spot amidst the hospital personnel filling the hall. “Mattie!”
The shout ricocheted off the backs of the orderlies huddling behind him. Abigail hesitated, afraid to make a lot of noise in the hospital just to get M
