If Leo hadn't started talking again I may have given away Crew's return to consciousness in the surge of relief that almost made me sob. Good thing I was in such a stricken state to begin with, already worked up, because I was able to hide my instantaneous joy and overwhelm at the sight of my fiancé's focus and attention that told me he wasn't just awake now, but had been for some time, likely waiting for his own chance to act.
"It doesn't matter now," Leo was saying and I fought to keep my attention on him and forget that Crew had a plan-surely he had a plan-better than mine. Wait, did I have a plan outside of the fact my hands and feet were free? Nope. Winging it. "None of it does. Your sheriff found out about my clubs."
"Clubs?" Please, keep talking and not dragging me into the cab of the truck. I needed space, wanted to act, but knew I had to wait for Crew. We'd only get one shot at this.