Jax set his hand on the small of her back as they crossed the room. “Someone already did, remember.”
“Sorry, you just discovered your wife has a violent streak.”
“In defense of a child who needs saving.” He looked at her as they stopped in front of the counter. “You think I’d have a problem with that?”
He probably figured it would be a hundred times worse with their child—which was good for them both, because their daughter would be as safe as she could be with two parents who would move heaven and earth to protect her.
Or it was only fine because she would be exhausted and busy with a baby for the foreseeable future, and he thought it would keep her out of trouble.
She wasn’t going to worry about which it was right now, even if that was a good way to disassociate from reality and her fears for Ellayna. “We need to know if Wallace Lofton is awake. There should be a police officer at his door.”
The cops had told the staff here who they were and that they got full access to the patient as investigators. So, the staff had told them to wait in the waiting area.
The nurse glanced aside, causing the light to reveal shadows on her face. She was exhausted. The doctor lifted a tablet from the counter behind the desk. “Lofton?”
“Yes,” Jax said.
“He’s awake. You can talk to the officer at the door, but I’ll speak with the patient before you can go in.”
Kenna nodded. “We appreciate the chance to speak with him. It’s very important. There’s a family missing. A mother and two children.”
The doctor’s mouth opened for a second as he hesitated at hearing that, then he said, “Come with me.”
He buzzed them through a set of doors into a long hallway. She didn’t see the officer at the door until they turned a corner at the end and came to a shorter hall.
The doctor glanced at her obvious condition but didn’t make small talk.
“Only one contraction so far,” Kenna said. “But if something starts up, at least I’m in the right place.”
He flushed. “That’s right. Though, you’ll want to be up on the eighth floor of the tower.”
“Good to know.”
Jax squeezed her hip, and when she looked at him, he winked. Whatever that meant.
The doctor went into the room, and she could see Wallace Lofton in his hospital bed. Hooked up to machines monitoring him but awake and sitting up.
She stood at the door where he could see her—and recognize her. Whether he remembered her from when they found him or not, he should know who she…
Yep. His eyes flared with recognition.
She’d tuned out whatever Jax and the officer were saying to each other.
“You can come in,” Lofton called from his spot.
Kenna waited until the doctor left, then rushed to his bedside, wanting to strangle him. “You have some nerve. You’re a piece of garbage, scum?—”
Jax slid an arm around her, easing her back from the bed. “Okay, Mama Bear. Give me a sec, okay?”
She didn’t want to but nodded. Her teeth gritted so hard they hurt.
Kenna stepped back.
Jax grabbed the rail and leaned into the guy’s space. Majorly in his space. “If there wasn’t a cop watching us, my hands would be around your neck right now.”
Lofton’s eyes widened.
Kenna had a hundred questions about how he’d come to interview Ellayna or why on earth he’d thought it was okay to do that in the first place. “Where are they?”
