“And I told you, I’m fine.”
“You didn’t get checked over properly, you could be seriously injured.”
“Curt, I’m a doctor. I’d know if I was badly injured.”
He shook his head. “You might not. I’ve heard of guys who were shot, carrying on as if they were fine then, as soon as the adrenaline crash hit them, boom, dead.”
“Boom, dead? Really? Are you sure about that?” Although she was skeptical, she was also the first to admit the human body could do amazing things.
“Yes, it’s true.”
“Either way, it doesn’t matter because I haven’t been shot. I fell over. Happens to people all the time.”
“You didn’t fall, you were pushed.”
“Look, if it makes you feel better, you can put the damn cream on my elbows. They’re not that bad.” She bent her arms to show him. He studied her elbow carefully.
“Come on, I’ll get them fixed up.”
He gestured for her to follow him down the stairs and she walked behind him into the empty living room. “Where’s Travis?”
“He went to find some dinner for us. Your phone has been buzzing. I put it over there.” He nodded at the table.
“Oh, thanks.” She quickly looked at the messages, all from her friends, checking in with her after today. Warmth filled her as she realized how many people cared about her.
“You might need to change your number if reporters start harassing you.”
She put the phone back down and sat on the sofa, sighing as he began to gently apply cream to her elbows. She tried to ignore how her body reacted to his closeness. Honestly, she shouldn’t even have the energy to get aroused.
“That’s going to be a real pain.”
He placed some bandages on her elbows then leaned back to look up at her. “I know. But they’re persistent. You need to prepare yourself for that.”
“Then I guess it doesn’t matter if I keep the same number or not.”
“Maybe not. Might give you some more peace, though. I’ll try to keep them away from you as much as I can.”
“Thanks.” She smiled at him. They stared at each other for a moment before he looked away suddenly then stood.
“Got any other bruises or scrapes?”
“Nope, all good.” Well, nothing he needed to know about anyway. There wasn’t much that could be done for the bruise on her hip.
“You sure?”
“I’m sure, Curt.” She sighed. Although it felt nice not to be alone, she knew she had to put on her big girl panties. “I appreciate you coming here to tell me in person but I’m an adult. Don’t feel you have to stick around just because you were married to my cousin. We don’t even know that I’m in any danger.”
He studied her for a moment. “This has nothing to do with my marriage to Amelia. I’ve known you a long time, Jenna. Right now, you’re not thinking properly. But when you are you’re going to realize you need someone on your side, looking out for you. We have no idea who The Brit is or what he might do once he realizes your father has been arrested.”
“You think I could be at risk?” She swallowed heavily, trying to moisten her dry mouth. Would he come after her? How was she going to be able to function knowing she could be in danger? This couldn’t be happening to her. Not again.
“I don’t know. Travis seems to think there’s a possibility, but I think it’s unlikely. However, I don’t want to take any chances.”
She leaned her elbows against her legs and rested her head in her hands. “What a mess.”
“Does your father have someone who’ll step in to take over the company?”
“Yes. The vice-president, Ron, is my dad’s cousin. He’ll be facing a nightmare. I should call him.”