Dominic nodded.
Graham stopped at the door. “I’ll have the kitchen bring up some food. They’ll set it just the cart outside the door. Put it out in the hallway when you’re done with it.”
He didn’t know if either of them would be able to eat, but he would encourage her to because he guessed she hadn’t eaten for some time.
Dominic looked at Rebeka as she sat silently, staring down at her foot in his hand.
“We need to get you in the shower. Afterward, I want to soak your foot and work on the glass. I think there are several pieces stuck in your skin.”
He turned and started the shower and then walked back to her.
“Wait,” she said and gripped the sweatshirt she had on when he started to unzip it.
“We need to get you in the shower, baby.”
“I can do it on my own.”
“You’re still shaky and coming down from the adrenaline rush, making you even worse. Besides the fact you can only stand on one foot.”
“I don’t care. I can—”
“Enough. I’m going to get you taken care of. You’ll have to get over being shy and afraid. Besides, I’ll know your body better than you before long.”Fuck, that was a good way to scare her, dumbass.
She shook her head. “No. I don’t want you to touch me.”
“I know, baby, but sometimes we don’t always get what we want. Everything’s going to be okay. Let me take care of you.”
He tugged the cloth away from her and then unzipped it. Fuck. In the bright light in the bathroom, he saw the skimpy lacey white panties and bra she had on and felt a drop of sweat slide down his back. Tearing his gaze from her, he started pulling off his clothes.
“Hey, what are you doing?” she asked.
“Undressing so I can help you in the shower. Don’t worry. I’ll leave my boxers on.” He could tell that didn’t help much, but oh well. After he set his clothes off to the side, he lifted her in his arms.
“I can do this.”
“I know, but I don’t want you to put any pressure on your foot. The glass is already in deep.”
God, he just hoped he could get through the shower without scaring her too much.
Chapter Eight
How could her life change in a short time? A few hours before, Rebeka was just getting off work at the restaurant. She was about to her car when two men approached her from the bushes. There was no time to scream before they put a black hood over her face and carried her off.
“What are you doing?” she screamed, hitting and kicking any target she could.
“Shh. Shut the fuck up, and we won’t hurt you.”
“Who the fuck are you?”
She heard a door open, and then they lifted her into what she guessed was a trunk. Before she could move, it slammed shut.
She immediately pulled off the hood and kicked at the tail lights. It was something she’d heard about before. Get the lights out, and then stick your hand out as far as it would go and hope someone behind them would notice. There was no time to finish before they stopped and got out of the car.
Her hands came up when the trunk opened, and the street light blinded her for a second. A scream tore from her mouth when they lifted her out. Each had an arm, and they dragged her into the back of a building.
“Fuck,” one of the men cursed when she kicked his shin.
They shook her every time she tried to scream or fight them.