“You okay?” Jordan asked.
He was about to slap Race on the back, but he pulled the hit so it was more of a tap.
Race flashed him a grin before he doubled over, groaning. He rested his hands on his knees.
“Race!” Taz rushed to his side.
She slipped her head under one of his arms and straightened, helping him do the same. Race groaned again, grabbing at his side.
Two Normals stepped in, one replacing Taz and the other taking Race’s free side. She followed, worry pulling her eyebrows together. She bit her lip as she reached out, her fingertips grazing over Race’s back like she just needed to touch him. The guys led the way inside, and as soon as Race was seated in a chair at the kitchen table, Taz pulled out the first aid kit.
My crew stood around the table, ready to help. We knew our w
