Chapter Seventeen
After they got home, he stripped them both and stepped into the shower.He knew she’d feel more comfortable, clean, and without the residual blood all over her.He was careful washing her and kept a tight hold on her to keep her from falling.He went as fast as he could, turned off the water, and wrapped a towel around his hips before reaching for her.Her set her on the counter, dried her off, and soaked as much of the moisture from her hair as he could.He planned to blow-dry it, but her eyes were already closing.
He got them into bed and wrapped his arms around her.They both slept through the rest of the night, holding tight to each other.Every few hours, Kaleb would wake her up because of her mild concussion.
They were just sitting down to breakfast the next morning when the doorbell rang.
Kaleb scowled and then looked resigned when he caught sight of the two detectives on her case.He’d texted Joel and the officers the night before on the drive home and told them where she was, so he knew he’d see them soon.He opened the door.
“Come in, guys.Either of you want some eggs and coffee?”
“Coffee would be great,” one of them said.
The men followed him into the kitchen, where Myla sat drinking her coffee.She looked up, tensed, and then looked toward Kaleb and relaxed.
Kaleb poured two more coffees and set them in front of the men before lifting Myla and placing her on his lap, carefully keeping her covered in his robe they’d put on her after their shower.
“Baby, these detectives are going to ask you some questions.”
She nodded.
“My name is Detective Curtis, and this guy is Detective Morton.”
She nodded again.
“How are you feeling this morning?”Morton asked.
“Sore, but doing okay.”
“That’s good.”He cleared his throat.“What’s your full name?”
“Myla Kristina Sharp.”
“Age?”
“Twenty-five.”
