Morgan is touching me.
I am safe.
I don’t have to be afraid anymore.
“Morgan,” I whispered, as my eyes fluttered open.
Pain was etched all over his face.
Maybe it was disgust in his eyes at seeing my wounds up close, but he didn’t look at me the way he had in my office earlier today.
“Natasha,” I whispered as he lifted me off the table.
“She’s dead,” he said, clutching me to his chest.
I settled into his warm arms, letting my eyes close, and sighed. Although I was in more pain than I’d ever experienced in my life, I knew no one would hurt me anymore.
“Rest, Race. I have you,” he said, walking with me in his arms and kissing my forehead.
“Morgan,” I whispered into his neck as I nuzzled as close to his skin as humanly possible.
“I’m here,” he replied, resting his head against mine.
“I’m sorry,” I said, feeling completely exhausted.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about, Race. This is all my fault,” he said as he placed me on his lap.
“No,” I whimpered, crawling closer to his side. “Don’t put me down.”
“I’ll never let you go,” he murmured, holding me tight.
“You guys go ahead. I’ll deal with the police,” someone said before the car door slammed.
I jumped.
“I have you.” He pulled me into his side, adjusting me in his lap and closing my blouse. “Close your eyes.”
I did as he’d said, too tired to argue or try to stay awake.
It was easier when I slept—or, hell, blacked out. I didn’t feel the pain from the cuts, panic didn’t rattle my body, and I sure as hell didn’t have to think.
The only things I needed to know were that Natasha was dead and I was in Morgan’s arms.
He’d saved me.
But I wasn’t the girl I was before. The look when he saw me would be forever burned in my memory.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Dreams and Nightmares
Morgan
It had beenthree weeks since Natasha had abducted Race.
I hadn’t seen her since I’d carried her into the emergency room and placed her on a gurney.
I’d stayed day and night at the hospital, pacing the floors and driving the staff crazy.
