“I’d love to shower in my bathroom and sleep in my own bed, if that’s okay?”
If that was okay? Sky could ask him to sell his house and live with a hundred puppies and he’d probably agree right now.
He grazed a lock of hair behind her ear. “Done.”
When he reached her side of the car, she went to climb out, but he slipped one arm under her knees and the other behind her back and lifted her.
Sky gasped. “Becket, I can walk.”
“You were in a car crash today and went over a bridge. I want to carry you to your house.”
He thought she’d argue. Instead, she sighed and leaned her head against his chest. And fuck, it felt good.Holding her, having hertrust him, it all felt good, especially today.
On her porch, he lowered her to her feet, but only long enough to take the spare key from beneath the pot and unlock and open her front door. Her key was at the bottom of the lake, along with her car and everything else that had been in it.
His teeth clenched together again, and the second the door was open, he lifted her and carried her upstairs. It was almost eight. Usually too early for bed, but after Sky’s day, she’d probably want to sleep as soon as possible.
When he reached her room, he set her on her feet before glancing at her bathroom, then back to her. “Are you going to be okay?”
There was a small lift of her lips. “I have to be. Because no way am I letting you shower with me.”
A half smile curved his lips. “I’m offended.”
“Don’t be. It’s basically a compliment.”
“How’s that?”
“I mean, if I’m naked, you have to be naked too, and then I’ll want to do things we both know the doctor hasn’t signed off on.”
His dick twitched. “Fine. But only a short shower, because you need to rest.”
“Got it, boss.”
Jesus, this woman. She almost died and she was still giving him attitude.
He inched closer and cupped her cheek. “I’m being serious, Sky. Be careful. And yell if you needanything.”
The smile slipped and her eyes flared. “I will.”
“I’ll make us food.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“You need to eat.”
He got the feeling she wanted to roll her eyes, but she didn’t.
Turning away from her was harder than it should have been. He forced himself to head downstairs and into her kitchen. Before he could check for food, his phone rang, his brother’s name flashing on the screen.
He answered it straight away. “Jesse. Tell me you found the asshole.”
“We paid a visit to everyone we know here in town who drives a white van. Everyone either had an alibi or denied any involvement.”
“So someone’s fucking lying.”
Jesse sighed. “There’s no evidence anyone hit her car. Therefore, no evidence linking them to the crime. I’m afraid I can’t really do anything else.”
“That’s ridiculous.” Anger blackened the room around Becket. “Someone caused a fucking car accident, then left the scene!”
