Theirs to Keep - Maya Banks Page 0,55

do with Elle. But the fact that she was caught in the crossfire because of some asshole wanting revenge on us pisses me off.”

“I’ll make some phone calls. Find out if our boy is still in jail and if the cops have any leads on what happened today.”

Cade nodded. “I need to call Dad. He’ll be worried about us and Elle, and I need to find out what’s going on with the fire.”

Dallas stuck his head in the door and both men stood.

“How is Elle?” Merrick demanded.

Dallas came in and shut the door behind him. “I think she’ll be fine. I’m waiting on the results of her blood gasses. I didn’t find any serious injuries. Just a few cuts from the glass, and she had scrapes on her hands and knees from being on the floor. I just want to keep her here for a few hours before I let you take her home. I have her on oxygen, and I gave her something to help her relax.”

“Thanks, man, we appreciate this,” Cade said.

Dallas hesitated as if he was going to say something but thought better of it.

Then he sighed. “You know you can’t keep on in denial of Elle’s situation. And I’m saying this as your friend. I know she’s afraid, and I know she’s put her past out of her mind, but it’s situations like today that make it all the more important that she at least has an identity. Hell, even if you had to create one for her. If something serious happens to her, you can’t keep her out of the hospital because it means someone finds out that she has no idea who she is or where she came from. Have you tried running her prints yet? You guys know enough people in the police department that you could get it done on the sly.”

Merrick’s expression darkened, but Cade cut him off before he could get worked up.

“The only way running her prints would work is if she’s already in the system. It’s a long shot, and frankly, we’ve held back because if she’s had trouble with the law in the past, we don’t want it to affect her future. With us. We know we can’t turn a blind eye to her past forever.”

Cade broke off and ran a hand through his hair. He was tired. Worried. The issue of Elle was ever present in his mind and had worn him down over the past months.

“Maybe a part of me is afraid—like Elle is—to find out what’s in her past. I don’t want to lose her.”

Merrick nodded. “She’s remembering more. I don’t want to rush her and force the issue before she’s ready to handle it. What if we go dig it all up and find out who she is and she cracks under the pressure? I know it’s not right, but I don’t care about what’s right. I care about what’s best for Elle, and I care about not hurting her.”

“I understand,” Dallas said. “My main concern is that you get into a situation where Elle can’t get the care she needs because of your fears of discovery. I have a few contacts who could get her an identity. Driver’s license. Social Security card. Birth certificate. Think about it. She’d likely feel a little more secure if she didn’t fear discovery on a daily basis.”

Dallas tucked the clipboard he was holding against his side. “Get back to me if you want me to get in touch with a guy I know. He owes me a favor.”

“Thanks,” Merrick said.

“Now tell me how you’re feeling,” Dallas said to Merrick.

Even as he spoke, he prodded Merrick into sitting on the exam table, and he listened to Merrick’s lungs and checked the rest of his vitals.

“I’m fine,” Merrick said, but his voice broke as he coughed.

Dallas frowned. “Son of a bitch. You’ve got to be careful, man. A whole hell of a lot is riding on you remaining healthy. This is your one shot. You may never get another. I’m telling you this as your friend and as your doctor.”

“What was I supposed to do? Leave her in there to die?” Merrick demanded.

His hands were curled into beefy fists, and he looked like he wanted to put one of them through the wall.

“Chill, man,” Cade said in a soft voice. “She’s okay. We need to focus on you. You can’t go down now.”

“I don’t want you working out this evening,” Dallas said with a frown. “Take it easy