“You got it.”
Brett had the truck waiting for them right outside the doors. Reid opened the back, and Warrick was amazed. Brett had made enough room for both of them. He’d be a little cramped but comfortable.
“Thanks, man.”
“No problem. Let’s get you situated so we can get you home.”
Within five minutes, they were on their way. Warrick was lying down with her back to his chest and lying on her left side, so she didn’t put any pressure on her injured shoulder.
With the rhythmic sound of the tires on the pavement, his friend’s low murmurs, and Shelby in his arms, he was closing his eyes and falling asleep.
His last thought was that this was where she belonged, and if he had any say in it, she’d be with him for the rest of their lives.