“I haven’t, which is why I paid a guard five thousand pounds to plant a tracker on him at the courthouse. Not that I need it.”
“Okay, Mr Cocky, where is the bellend going?”
“The bellend is going to St Thomas’ Hospital to see Katy.”
“Who?”
“Katy Murdoch.”
“That doesn’t help me, Henry,” I reply, pulling out my phone and bringing up the Uber app.
“Katy is Layla Johnson’s best friend.”
“Wait, Roman was fucking Luca’s girlfriend’s best friend?” I snort. “Talk about keeping it in the family. Do I need to go and retrieve him?”
“No. Give him time. He won’t stay long, police are already on the scene and starting the manhunt. I can slow things for a bit, but sooner or later Roman is going to be wanted again, which means being in a public place like St Thomas’ is not something he will want to be doing.”
“For the record, if he’s not back by 7:00 p.m., I’ll go and drag him out kicking and screaming if needed.”
“You won’t need to, Kara, he’ll be back.”
“Jesus Christ, Luce.” Owen is on me as soon as I’ve closed the apartment’s black front door. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. And he’s right.Jesus Christ.
My eyes are red, raw, puffy, and still streaming. My nose, a snotty mess. I’ve finally stopped hacking up a lung, so that’s a win.
But my jaw and cheek.
Yeah, that twat waffle got me good and proper.
His arm goes around me. “What do you need?”
“A shower. I need to rinse the shit off me and a tissue.”
“You definitely need a tissue.”
I snort and elbow him in the ribs, and he lets out a single laugh.
“Trust you to be honest in my moment of need.”
“Cookie, you really, really need a tissue.”
“Fuck off.”
He grins at me and plants a kiss on my forehead. “Jesus, I can taste it on you.” He pulls a face and sneezes.
“Pussy.”
“We need to ice your face.”
“We do need to ice my face, but do you know what I really, really want?”
“We’ve already acknowledged you need a tissue.”
“Stop,” I say through laughter, and the fucker grins at me. And even though I barely have a home address, I feel like I’m home, because I’m with him.
“Rook’s still at the hospital.”
“Of course he is, the fucker. He has his priorities all wrong.”
