“Taking you to the hospital. Maybe I should call an ambulance?”
I shook my head. I was already feeling better; I didn’t need an ambulance, but the fear in her eyes was enough for me to agree as she slid into the driver’s seat and started up the engine.
“Just take me home.”
“Your lips are swelling. And your cheeks too. You look like a chipmunk.”
Now that she mentioned it, I felt pretty rotten. My lungs hurt and my head was fuzzy.
“Okay. Yeah. Hospital. That’s a good idea.”
At least I could breathe. For now.
I closed my eyes, and before I knew it, she was unloading me into a wheelchair and rushing about, barking orders at a nurse as I watched on in amazement. Sure, I was moments from passing out, but bloody hell, she was a fierce beauty.
“You’re all mine,” I murmured as she stared down at me once I’d been doped up and was safely in a hospital bed.
“I think you might be more trouble than you’re worth, Taylor Savage.”
“Or maybe I’m just the right amount.”
She chuckled and sat on the edge of my bed, holding my hand. “You might be right.”
4
BECCA
Taylor’s apartmentwas right in the city center. Not the top floor, but close, in a skyscraper I’d never even realized people lived in. When we got to the hallway, his eyes were drooping, fatigue clear on his face. He might not want to admit it, but whatever they’d given him at the hospital was doing a number on him now.
“Give me your key, Taylor,” I murmured, putting his arm over my shoulders and wrapping mine around his waist.
“I’m fine, lass. I promise. You don’t have to help me.”
“I’m not helping you. I’m cold, and you’re keeping me warm. There, does that make you feel better?”
A low rumbled laugh escaped him as he fished in his pocket and finally produced the keys I had returned after parking his car.
“Which one is it?”
He gestured lazily to the door at the end of the hall.
“Of course it’s all the way down the hall.”
“Corner view. I can see the whole city. At least the parts I want to see.”
“Athletes. All that money and you don’t know what to do with it aside from showing off.”
“I know exactly what to do with it. Don’t judge me because I have a nice place to live.”
Chastened, I ducked my head and muttered an apology. “You’re right. I shouldn’t begrudge you the finer things in life.”
“No, you shouldn’t, especially when I’m about to share them with you.”
“Oh no. I’m not being reeled into your trap.”
“What trap?”
“You’re gonna lure me into your lair and then...”