Brynn dropped her feet to the floor and shook her head. “No, I’m fine. Just waiting for visiting hours to start.”
She nodded at the door. “You’re all set. Doctor just finished with him. You can go in now.”
Wiping the bleariness from her eyes, she stood and thanked the woman, then moved past her and through Reid’s door. She had expected to see the same scene from the previous two days—darkened room, beeping machines, and a pale, sleeping Reid.
But instead, she was greeted with a lopsided grin and a gravelly voice. “Hey, sugar.”
Her heavy heart buoyed in her chest. “You’re awake!”
“So it seems.” He shifted higher on the angled bed, wincing
a bit. “How come every time you get near a weapon I end up in pain?”
Awake and sarcastic. She wanted to drop to her knees and thank the heavens. “’Cause you’re always standing too close to the bad guy.”
He nodded, some of the humor leaving his face. “So are you.”
She headed toward the visitor’s chair, but he patted the side of the bed instead. She sat on the edge near his feet, trying her best not to jostle him any. “How do you feel?”
He shrugged with his good shoulder. “Like I’ve been shot.”
“Right. Stupid question.”
The corner of his mouth tipped up. “I’m okay, I think. Doc said the bullet missed all the important stuff.”
“That’s good.” She wondered if the doctor had told him how close to hitting his heart it had been. Her breath left her thinking about the scant inches, the sliver of a miracle that had saved him.
Concerned eyes scanned her head to waist. “And you? Are you… okay?”
She nodded. “The welts are healing.”
He stared at her, as if trying to find the answer to his next question on her face. “Did he—?”
“No,” she said, cutting him off before he could say the words. “He was going to, after he finished the beating, but you got there before he had the chance.”
He closed his eyes briefly. “Thank God.”
She grabbed his right hand and squeezed. “Thank you. You didn’t just save me from that, you saved my life.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed. “The nurse said Jace is all right?”
“Jace’s fine. Davis knocked him out, but he only had a concussion.”
“And Kelsey?”
She looked down at her hands and sighed. “The police intercepted Roslyn and got Kelsey to safety, but she’s been through a lot. Davis posed as the dom who was supposed to be training her and brought her to his cabin.”
“Oh, no.”
“Yeah, The Ranch assumed Kels was a no-show, but Davis had her on-site for three days—fooled her into his bed. She figured out he was lying when he started asking questions about the evidence. When she tried to escape, he hauled her off to stay with Roslyn at the lake house and came back to pursue me for the information instead.”
“Jesus, is she going to be okay?”
She twisted the ring on her right hand over and over. “Kelsey’s tough. Right now she says she’s fine. She’s even willing to cooperate with the police on both this case and the one with the dealer. But I think when she slows down, all this is going to hit her pretty hard.”
“And what about you?” he asked quietly.
“I’m just glad to be alive at this point.”