“Already on it,” Remo said, typing away on his phone. “Don’t worry. From what I know about her, she’s smart. She won’t be stupid enough to go home after that. But we will track her down and make sure she’s safe.”
“Thank you.”
“Got nothing to thank me for. In fact, I owe you an apology.”
She shook her head at that.
“Do I have to be worried that my purse is still in the room?”
“It’s not ideal,” I told her, but softened the words with a hand rubbing down her spine. “But it’s not the worst thing either. You do work there. So long as those guys aren’t dead, I think it’ll be fine.”
“Is there anything you can tell me about these guys?” Remo asked.
With that, Roe described both men to Remo, who showed no signs of whether he recognized them or not.
“It’s okay,” he said when the knock at the door made Roe jerk hard. “It’s just my brother.”
With the supplies on hand, I got to work cleaning up her knees as she used the instant ice pack on her head.
“Has there been any news on Dom?” she asked.
Fuck.
Could the woman be any more selfless?
She’d been attacked and beaten by a grown-ass man.
But she was still asking about Dom.
“Not yet,” I said, giving her leg a rub.
“I’m sorry I had to take everyone away from—”
“I’m gonna go ahead and cut you off right there. You have nothing to apologize for. This happened to you because of me.”
“It wasn’t like I was conned into this. God, my head.”
“Why don’t you help her get changed and into bed? Turn off the lights. Then we’ll talk,” Remo said. “I’ll be back.”
He and his brother headed out, and I reached for Roe, pulling her up into my arms.
“I can walk, you know.” But she leaned against my shoulder.
“You’re gonna need to let me take care of you. It’s the only way I’m not gonna be eaten alive with guilt.”
“I’m okay.”
“You don’t need to keep saying that,” I said, lowering her onto the edge of the bed. “It’s alright to feel like shit when you got punched in the face.”
“In that case, I kind of feel like shit.”
“We’ll see what we can do about that,” I said, leaving her for just a second so I could get the bags Remo’s brother had brought. “Looks like he hooked you up. He’s got a good eye for comfort shit, considering he doesn’t have any sisters.”
“Didn’t you say his mom has some health struggles? Maybe that’s how. Is there something comfy to wear?”
“Looks like he got you pajama pants and this sweater. Holy shit, is that soft.”
She took it, rubbing it against her sore face and letting out a little whimper.
