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again.
    “What the hell, Dad?” My heart felt like it was ready to beat out of my chest at all the excitement. I didn’t know whether to push everyone out of the way to protect her or if I needed to step back and let him do his job.
    Jonathan wrapped his arms around my chest, holding my arms pinned at my side as he pulled me back, giving my father and nurse room to work.
    Dad raised his hands calmly. “She’s not fully awake; her vitals are still indicating that she’s on the edge of waking. Her mind reacted to a fight or flight situation. Apparently, she heard that Chase was coming for her and her subconscious had a delayed reaction.”
    I’d had it. I couldn’t take anymore, shaking Jonathan off me as I yelled, “I’m done waiting around here like a sitting duck, just asking him to come and get her!” I barely restrained myself from punching the wall again. “Is she stable enough to be transported?” I asked, looking pointedly at my father, who hesitated. “Damn it, Dad, can we move her or not?!”
    My father’s expression was confused. “Yes, she’s stable enough, but where do you plan on taking her?”
    My face must’ve shown my grim determination, because neither my father nor Jonathan or Grace attempted to stop my plans. “We need to help Laurel progress somewhere safe, so I need you to call in whatever equipment we’ll need, and I need a doctor and nurse who can stay on property to monitor her. I want to set up whatever you feel is necessary for her at my other place.” I mouthed the words “beach house” to my father so he would understand where I was headed with this.
    My dad asked. “There’s no talking you out of this is there?”
    I just shook my head.
    “You do realize the ramifications of moving Laurel?” he asked pointedly. I could tell he was trying his best to remain calm; he probably wanted to shake me and tell me to let him do his damn job. “She’s stable and can be transported,” he admitted, “but you have to understand that moving her could delay her recovery…”
    I zoned out on all the various issues that could go wrong. All I could think about was how I needed to hide her away from Chase and make it impossible for him to find her. I just kept nodding and agreeing with my dad until he finally finished, looking back and forth between Grace and me.
    “So you both still want to do this?
    We nodded in agreement.
    “Are you going to call her parents yet?” he continued to push.
    Grace handled that one, thank goodness. “When she wakes up, I’ll make sure she talks with them and her brother. She’ll be the one responsible for telling them, though, not us.” She looked over at me and gave me a small grimace of a smile.
    My dad sighed in resignation. “You have to be responsible about this, Garrett,” he stressed. “Regardless of the medical professionals and supplies I can get you, this is still serious business. She’s recovering from head trauma.”
    I hugged my dad close, encouraged by the squeeze he gave my shoulders, and nodded to Grace, who practically scurried away to make a list of what we’d need. I placed a few calls to Thompson and began putting my plan into action, offering to pay through the nose to make this all happen within a few hours. We knew Chase had to be watching the hospital from somewhere, looking to gain re-entry, so he’d have to see us moving Laurel. We needed a decoy.
    Within hours, Grace was in a wig and a hospital gown and comfortably resting on a gurney. She was rolled down toward an awaiting ambulance to transport her and my brother, Jonathan, dressed like me with a baseball cap, to the Orlando Executive Airport. A flight plan had been put in place to make Chase believe that Laurel was being flown home to the safety of her family in Blue Ash, Ohio. We hoped to trap Chase trying to follow them. If we couldn’t, then the plane would take off and head toward Ohio in hopes that he would flee the area.
    The plan worked like a charm and