“Didn’t I tell you to wait outside?” she asked in exasperation.
Sawyer shrugged. “Yeah, so?”
Hutch thrust his curled up fist to her. “Here. Take this.”
She held her hand out, and he dropped a small pill into her palm. She pushed it back at him, but he caught her hand, took the pill out and held it up to her mouth. Cam handed her a bottle of water.
“Take it,” Hutch growled.
“You might as well give in gracefully,” Cam said calmly. “It’s not going to look good for your chief to come out and see you on the floor, us shoving a pill down your throat.”
She glared at him. They wouldn’t.
Sawyer stroked the back of her neck. “We’ll do it, Reggie,” he murmured. “And suffer absolutely no guilt over it either.”
Her shoulders thrust up then shot down as she snatched the pill from Hutch’s hand. She took the water from Cam and downed the pill on one swallow.
“There. Happy?”
Hutch grinned. “That wasn’t so bad, now, was it?”
She shot him a quelling look and started to walk toward the front door. Heat rushed to her cheeks when she saw Greta sitting there, headphones off, a big grin on her face. She’d overheard the entire exchange, and Regina wanted to crawl under the nearest piece of furniture.
The guys spilled out of the police station behind her and they headed for Cam’s SUV. She stood beside the truck, weariness assailing her. She couldn’t muster the energy to open the door and get in.
Sawyer reached by her, his arm brushing against her shoulder as he took the handle and opened the door. His other hand settled at the back of her neck, and he rubbed the slight indention at the base of her head with his thumb.
His lips pressed to her hair, and she closed her eyes for a moment.
“Let’s get you home,” he murmured as he eased her into the truck.
He made sure she was inside then shut the door behind her. Hutch climbed into the front seat with Cam, and Sawyer walked around to the other side and slid in beside her.
As Cam started out of the parking lot, Regina frowned. “I didn’t give you guys my prescription card. How did you get my stuff filled?”
Cam glanced in the rearview mirror, smiled and shook his head. “We paid for them, Reggie. How else would we have gotten them filled?”
“But you didn’t have to do that,” she protested. “I have insurance. Did you at least save the receipt so I can file for reimbursement and pay you back? That shit’s expensive.”
Sawyer reached over and took her hand. He raised it to his lips and kissed her fingers. She opened her mouth to say something else but forgot what it was.
“What it cost wasn’t important,” Sawyer said as he lowered her hand. “What was important was that we got you what you needed. You’re in pain, honey. You can’t hide that from us.”
She stared over at him. She couldn’t formulate an argument. She was just too damn tired.
“Come here,” he said as he gently pulled her toward him. He guided her down until she was lying on the seat, her head pillowed on his lap.
She closed her eyes as his fingers stroked lightly through her hair. It felt so good. His touch. Their presence. All of it.
“Tell Cam to take me home,” she murmured.
Sawyer’s hand stilled for just a moment. “Heistaking you home, honey.”
She nodded in satisfaction and nuzzled a little further into Sawyer’s lap. Home. Her own bed. A reprieve from the onslaught of all three men.
The drug Hutch had forced on her was already working its magic. It had taken the edge off her pain and replaced it with a warm, hazy glow. She’d close her eyes and enjoy it until she got home. She wanted to savor these few minutes next to Sawyer.
CHAPTER 6
