He grabbed her hand, squeezing her tight. “You’re not alone anymore. I’m here, and nothing is going to happen to you.”
In no time at all he was pulling into his private drive. “This is it, my home.”
Opening her door, she climbed out and went toward the back. Peter already had her case in hand. She waited for him to unlock the door, and they entered together.
He put her case down near the door. “I’ll settle you in a room shortly. First, you need to eat.” Peter took her hand once more, leading her to the kitchen. “I can’t do you a large breakfast. We’re going to start slow to bring your strength back, okay?”
She nodded. He left her to get a seat as he stared cracking eggs into a bowl.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“You’ve not eaten properly in some time. If I put too much food inside you quickly you’ll get ill. We’re going to settle on a two egged omelette and then build it up. I want you to eat small snacks and build your appetite back up,” he said.
“You know your way around a kitchen pretty good.” She smiled, trying to distract him from his obvious anger.
“I’m not angry at you, Rose. I’m angry at the town and your parents. They put you in real danger. You don’t deserve to be in danger.” He stopped whisking, leaning his hands on the counter. She noticed he was counting. “Parents should never do that to their kids.”
“I think Brad’s parents were paying mine. He wanted me to know how much control he had over the situation. I know it doesn’t help, but it’s what he wanted to me to know.”
Peter shook his head. “He’s a fucking coward and a loser. The boy pretends to be a man when all he’s doing is living off his dad’s money.”
Rose remained silent.
“Anyway, let’s get you fed.”
She stayed silent while he cooked. At home her mother did all the cooking, and it was foreign for her to see a man in the kitchen.
He brought over a plate, placing it in front of her. “Eat up. I know you’ll want more, but trust me on this.”
When would he realise that he was the only person she trusted? She couldn’t even bring herself to talk to the sheriff, and he was supposed to be there for people who needed him.
She took small bites, relishing the taste of the beautifully cooked omelette. Rose wanted more but ate only what he put in front of her. Peter showed her to one of the spare rooms after she finished her dinner.
“I want you to take a shower and then rest.”
“It’s a little early for sleep,” she said.
“No, it’s not. You need your sleep. I won’t be leaving the house today. Do as I ask.”
Rose nodded not wanting to push her luck. She was grateful to him for taking her away from the mess she’d created for herself.
Chapter Five
An hour later Peter checked on Rose to see if she was asleep. She was curled up in bed, wearing a teddy printed shirt. He moved close to the bed, reaching out to stroke the hair off her face. She was such a beautiful woman. It was hard to imagine anyone trying to hurt her.
Leaving her alone, he closed her door silently. Heading downstairs he made all the necessary calls. There was no way he was leaving her alone.
Gabriel arrived, and soon after the Steer brothers did. William and Edward arrived last. He hadn’t bothered to call Dean.
“Is there a reason we’re meeting this late?” Paul Steer asked.
“Do you know where Rose Slater is?” Gabriel asked, cutting through Paul’s question.
“She’s upstairs, sleeping.”
The sheriff erupted. “Do you have any fucking clue how much trouble you’re in? Her parents are screaming at a kidnapping case. You could be arrested, Peter, and charged with her kidnapping.”
“They were starving her, Gabriel. She was trapped in her own home, afraid and being forced to eat the smallest amount of food. When I went to see her she was shaking with hunger. If you went to their house they’d hide it. I saw the chains on the cupboard. The bottle of milk was fucking marked so she couldn’t even sneak anything.” Peter stopped. His anger was getting the better of him. “I helped her. When she wakes up you can ask her yourself. I didn’t kidnap her. I was saving her.”