“You going to let me carry you?” Frankie asks, crouching back on his heels and smirking at Lucy.
“No, you i***t,” she sighs, shaking like I am and working to get to her feet. “They shot me in the arm, not the leg.”
I just stand like an i***t, watching as Frankie reaches out and helps Lucy to her feet, holding her steady as she finds her balance. Then he turns towards me, all cool calm. “So, we’re going to end our shifts early tonight –“
I burst into anxious laughter, not knowing what else to do.
“Can you stay here with her?” Frankie asks, standing straighter and making space with me next to Lucy. “While I pull the car around?”
“Sure,” I say, instant, moving in to take Frankie’s place and letting Lucy slip her arm around me. Frankie gives us a steady nod before he strides back through
