"I feel fine. Shaken up, but fine. Margo told me that they found a speedboat left running and they found blood."
"Yeah."
His expression was grim.
"I hope the son of a bitch bleeds to bloody death."
She found she could smile.
"You don't need to censor your words around me. I'm not a delicate rose."
She pleated the sheets wrapped around her.
"Oscar is going to be even more protective."
"Can you blame him?"
Pulling up a chair, he met her eyes.
"He's probably freaking out about now and blaming himself for being thousands of miles away."
"That's just ridiculous. It could have happened while he was here."
The frustration sounded in her voice.
"This...this person...this sick moron is making our lives a living hell and I'm sick of it."
He patted her hand.
"Keep that attitude and tell yourself you're not a bloody victim."
"Oh, trust me, I'm not thinking that."
He was scared to the bone, his blood icy with fear. He had to pull it together to make the arrangements to leave. Frustratingly, it took the pilot several precious minutes to get fuel and file flight plans.
He was about to leave without taking the clothing he had brought with him when his mother packed while he was getting dressed.
"She's going to be fine."
His parents had insisted on taking him to the private airfield where the plane was waiting.
"I cannot think."
He allowed his mother to wrap her arms around him for comfort.
"I feel bloody helpless and uncoordinated."
"The woman you love is in danger, that reaction is natural."
His father squeezed his shoulder.
"Why don't you get her to come and stay here for a bit?"
Maeve suggested, trying to hide her worry. Her baby looked strained, the stark fear showing in his blue eyes. She hated to see him like this.
"I will try and make that happen."
Oscar hugged them in turn, managing a smile.
