“Here,” Troy motioned me forward with a smirk on his lips. I could see that he was remembering our time earlier. “It was more fun taking it off,” he murmured as he helped me remove my top.
I tried to stifle my laugh and then winced as the fabric of my shirt brushed against my wound. “Mother father!” I muttered.
“Sorry about that.” Troy frowned remorsefully. “I wish we had seen him sooner. This would have never happened.”
I knew he was thinking of Anna’s stalker. He still believed he had failed me because I was injured. The guys had told me Troy and Remy had spotted the stalker first but wasn’t able to get to him fast enough. Remy had tackled him as Troy had taken aim on the perpetrator. The gunman was currently in the hospital recovering from a gunshot wound to his shoulder, awaiting trial.
Anna had provided enough evidence against him. The police were also able to go to his apartment and find a lot of damning evidence. He’d be behind bars for a long time.
“How were you supposed to know that he was coming in with the caterers?” I stated reassuringly.
“We should have run a more extensive background check,” Troy grumbled as he slid my flannel pajama bottoms on.
“That wasn’t your job,” I stressed.
He still didn’t look comforted. I kissed him as he straightened back up.
Remy came back into the RV, and I took my seat back on the couch, pulling the throw blanket back up over my lap. He placed my sub in front of me along with a Dr. Pepper and jalapeno kettle chips. Then he sat down and began to remove my dressing.
“It doesn’t look good,” Remy muttered in concern.
“It’s just healing,” I said resolutely as I looked at it with a grimace. “The doctors told us what to look for and it doesn’t look like it’s infected or anything.”
He spread the ointment on, and I had to close my eyes and take deep breaths. It hurt worse now than it did when I got it. I knew the adrenaline, wine, and shock had helped, but still.
“You need to rest more,” Troy stated before kissing my cheek. “Make sure she goes to sleep after she eats,” he told Remy.
“That was the plan,” Remy stated.
Troy nodded. “I’ll set the bed up, before I leave.”
“We can just pull this out,” Remy informed him. “I can sit on the bed and watch or turn the passenger seat if need be.”
“That’ll work.” Troy shrugged. He reached up into one of the overhead compartments and pulle
d out some sheets, blankets, and pillows.
I dutifully popped an antibiotic and painkiller in my mouth before I started in on my sub. “Californians know how to make food,” I said around a mouthful of food.
Troy chuckled. “Have a great night, Misty. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon. I have a meeting with Leo in the morning.”
I nodded in understanding. “See you tomorrow. Text me when you get back to the hotel.”
“Will do.” He smiled before climbing down the steps.
“How’s Noah and Drake?” I asked as Remy settled in beside me after Troy left.
“Noah woke up for a little while.” Remy frowned after a few moments of contemplation. I know he didn’t want to worry me, but I needed to know. “Ate, then went right back to sleep. Drake has another appointment in the morning for an MRI. His vision came back for his test and his prescription’s just fine.”
I frowned. “Have you ever heard of this happening before?” I asked quietly.
He shook his head. “Never. We called Pops to let him know, and he hasn’t heard about this happening either.”
I withdrew within myself, worried about the guys as I nibbled on my sandwich. I couldn’t eat it all. I was already feeling tired and emotionally drained.
“I’m not sure Lincoln will be too receptive to what I have to tell him,” I admitted quietly.
“We can only hope that whoever his gifted parent is told him about connections so that he’s more opened to the idea,” Remy stated as he stroked my hair.