“She’s in her bedroom with her mom. She wanted to shower right away.”
“Which room?”
“The fourth one on the left side.”
“I’ll be taking her back to my house tonight.”
“I figured. Trent is up there with them.”
“Good.” Duncan took the stairs by two and was at Angelica’s door within seconds. The door was ajar, so he opened it the rest of the way to see Angelica’s mom in Trent’s arms. He was soothing her while she cried.
Trent saw him first.
“Where is she?” Duncan asked.
“In the bathroom. She’ll be out.”
“I’m taking her with me.”
Aria nodded and wiped the tears with her hands. “I figured. Her place is with you. May I come and see her tomorrow?”
“You can see her anytime.”
Aria squeezed his arm on the way out of the bedroom, and Trent slapped his back. “We can’t thank you enough.”
“No thanks needed. I wasn’t going to let anyone take her from me.”
“I feel the same way about her mother.”
Trent walked out, closed the door behind them, and Duncan waited for the bathroom door to open.
Chapter Thirteen
Angelica tied the robe over her bare body after slathering it with her favorite lotion. She blow-dried her hair and brushed her teeth. She wanted every bit of Kenneth off of her before she’d feel clean again.
She turned her head to the side and ran her fingers over the bruises on her throat. There were enough bruises and scratches on her face, arms, and neck to make her look like she’d been in a fight. Bringing her hair in front hid most of the damage from her mother.
A sigh slid from her. Her emotions were all over the place, and she couldn’t seem to concentrate on just one.
She shook her head, opened the bathroom door, and stopped short when she saw Duncan. He hadn’t done anything about his appearance, and it just made him look more manly to her.
His gaze slid down her body and then back up.
“Fuck, woman, you are truly gorgeous.”
She could feel herself blush. “Thank you.”
“You look so clean in your silky white robe, and I’m dirty, but I’d really like a hug.”
She didn’t have to think about it. She raced to him and jumped into his arms. They stayed like that for a few minutes before he set her down on the ground but held her against his chest.
He tipped her head back and looked over her face before kissing her. It started slowly but quickly grew out of hand, and she clung to him.
His head lifted. “We have to stop, Angel.”
“Why?”
“Because if we keep kissing, I will have you naked and on the bed.”