“Yes.”
She waited for him to say more. When he didn’t, she rushed to fill the silence. “I’m scared.”
“I understand, Baby girl. I also know that Razor is going to take wonderful care of you. Do you think it’s smart to get a checkup after being held by the Ravagers?”
Angel hated that he was right. On both counts. “Yes. I didn’t want to come.”
“We’re here. Do you want to walk inside?”
Glancing around, Angel could see many people milling around. Vex would carry her in over his shoulder if she didn’t cooperate. “Fine.”
“Good girl.”
He wrapped his arm around her and escorted her through the door. Comfortable chairs filled the room. A couple of guys sat talking in one corner. Angel assumed they were waiting to see the doctor.
Razor heard the bell and stepped out to greet them in the waiting room. He took one look at Vex and grabbed an ice pack for him. Razor didn’t ask questions.
“Come on back to room two,” Razor said.
“They were here first,” Angel said quickly, pointing to the other men.
“They’re after you, Angel. Let’s go.” His knowing gaze clued Angel in that he suspected she was delaying her exam. He followed them down the hall with a file folder and his computer.
“A runner?” Razor asked after closing the door.
“Definitely,” Vex confirmed. “She’s scared.”
Angel bristled glaring at the two men. Suddenly, she wasn’t too upset about her Daddy’s injury. Okay, she was, but less than before.
“I’m going to sit right here on this stool. Why don’t you claim one of those chairs?” Razor suggested. “We’ll go over some information for a couple of minutes.”
Vex took her hand and led her over to the chairs. He sat down and helped her settle on his lap. With one hand, he brushed his fingers through her hair, combing out the tangles and soothing her scalp. His other hand pressed the cold pack to his lip. The tension in her neck and shoulders lessened as he touched her. She sighed happily.
“How are you, Angel?” Razor asked.
“I’m okay. I’m bored at Vex’s and want to get a new job. My old company fired me because the Ravagers abducted me for more days than I had sick leave and vacation.”
“That’s probably illegal,” Razor suggested.
“Probably. I’m not going to fight it,” Angel told him. “I can find a better position. Maybe work from home?”
“Definitely your call. How do you feel? Are you tired? Stress? Sleeping okay?” Razor asked.
“Usually. I have to keep taking naps,” Angel said, glancing back at Vex.
“Your Daddy is a smart man. The Ravagers turned the lights on and off in the room they held me in at strange intervals to screw up my sense of time. I struggled for a while to adjust back to getting eight solid hours of rest. Being awake and productive for sixteen or even half of that took a while.”
Angel sighed and admitted, “I couldn’t have gone back to work immediately. My mind couldn’t function at a competent business level. The haze is going away.”
“Haze. That’s a good word to explain that sensation. Like you know what to do but actually focusing on a task and carrying it through to completion is tough. I still have sticky notes in my pocket to jot down what I need to finish.” Razor pulled a packet of yellow papers from his white coat. “I’m glad the fog is evaporating.”
“Me too. Every day is better.”
Vex squeezed her. Having him at her back helped tremendously. Angel studied Razor. The Ravagers had taken him. He understood. At least some of it. As a man, he wouldn’t get how vulnerable a woman was in so many ways.
“I’ve had low iron before,” she blurted.
“We should check if that’s returned. I would be extremely surprised if basic blood counts don’t come back with some serious deficiencies. Would you let me run some tests?” Razor asked.
