He exhaled. “Yeah. Still under NYPD protection. Place is like a fortress. It’s not safe to even attempt to go there right now.”
“Hey, it’s fine,” I replied, giving him a faint smile. He looked so defeated that I didn’t know how to help him deal with this. It was easy to forget that Lucas’s entire world had been turned upside down, not just because he had taken me but because of Adrian’s threats coming to fruition. I was trying to help him cope, but it was difficult. Lucas was used to being the tormentor, not the tormented.
I let out a yawn and he smiled tenderly, rising from the ottoman. “Come on,” he said, helping me to my feet, which wasn’t the easiest thing to do these days. “I need a shower before bed, and you need to be in bed.”
I let him lead me to the bed, and I sat down as I watched him rummage through his clothing for a pair of joggers he preferred to wear to bed. It wasn’t because he didn’t enjoy being naked any longer, but he wanted to be prepared in case someone found us.
It sucked to live like this.
Once he found what he was looking for, his eyes met mine. “I won’t be long, but if you want to go on to sleep, I won’t hold it against you.”
Again, his concern touched me. I felt like my energy was drained at the drop of a hat these days and more than once had dozed off with Lucas still talking to me. He never once complained about it and when I woke, the covers would be pulled over me and he would be making endless calls for support.
I gave him a faint nod and he disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of the shower cutting on a moment later. While my body wanted to lie down on the mattress and fall asleep, I had better plans tonight. Lucas had made it home alive. He had heeded my concerns and done everything he could to come back to me.
I was going to thank him for it.