“I’m a little cold,” Raff said. “And could use someone soft to curl up with.” He lifted the blankets to invite her in.
“Somehow I’m sure you won’t be cold and uncomfortable for long,” she said, placing the nurse’s cap down on the table. “Glad to see getting stabbed hasn’t affected your spirit. Well, I’ve done my check-in. I have to get to work. I’ll tell Cillian you’ll be in touch,” she said to Slash, then walked out.
She didn’t look back at Raff.
He watched her all the way to the door.
“Alright. I’m out. Detroit said he will be over to cook you some more iron-rich food,” he said to Raff.
“I’m pretty sure my body can replenish my red blood cells if I, you know, eat some pizza too.”
“You’re following doctor’s orders,” Slash told him on the way to the door. “Next time I stop in, I want to hear some progress on who the hell this woman is.”
He wouldn’t have to wait that long.
Because the next day, there was a knock on the door.
And there she was.
CHAPTER SIX
Dylan
Anxiety had still been swirling since I woke up, this constant fluttering, dizzy, off-center sensation that refused to let up.
“Want to go for another walk?” I asked Sugar, who was curled up on her bed, already tired from three long walks already.
It was dark out.
We were supposed to be settling in for the night.
But she seemed to sense my plummeting mood and decided to rally, getting up, then walking over to let me attach her leash. I forewent her harness and all its patches declaring her a service dog. I mostly just planned to walk around the apartment complex a few times until I was too tired to stay awake with my thoughts driving me half crazy.
So we took off and started walking.
Ten minutes became twenty, then forty.
Sugar and I were both dragging our feet by the time we were closing in on an hour.
“Wanna go home?” I asked as we rounded the side of our building.
Only to have the anxiety come surging back.
This time, though, with good reason.
Because there were three bikes lined up in one of the guest parking spots.
Maybe it was nothing.
Actual guests who just fancied motorcycles.
But my gut was saying it was too much of a coincidence, that I had been seen, that they’d tracked me down.
As always, I trusted my gut.
It had kept me alive this long.
I turned and ran, pulling a confused Sugar with me until she broke into an easy run too.
