GODRIC WAS COVERED in blood when he came out of surgery. Warwicke leapt out of the chair and hurried toward him. “How is she?”
Godric’s tired gaze lifted. “She’ll be fine. The bullet actually went all the way through her throat. There was a lot of blood but no serious damage.”
Warwicke took a full breath for the first time in hours. “Thank god!”
“I don’t know if she’ll make it to the 500 this year though.”
Warwicke laughed. “Are you kidding me? She’ll be there. I’ll make sure of that. It will kill her to miss the biggest race of the year.”
Brita thumped toward them on her cast, placing a hand on Warwicke’s arm. “Congratulations, Wicke.” Her smile was genuine. She’d been worried about Fabiana.
He placed a hand over hers. “Thanks, Brita.”
Godric looked around the waiting room. “Where’
