“Just being polite.” Remy shrugged.
“Oh God, he thinks we’re together too!” Kiesha frowned up at Ed. “This is your fault.”
“How?”
“I don’t know. But everyone keeps thinking we’re a couple. It’s gross. Where’s the vending machine? I need sugar.”
“You don’t need sugar,” Ed told her, drawing her over to a chair and making her sit. Her legs bounced up and down nervously. He crouched in front of her, taking her hand in his.
Yeah, she definitely didn’t need more energy.
“I do need sugar!” she cried. “When I’m anxious, I eat. And right now, I need to eat chocolate and candy.”
“She’s going to be fine, Kiesha. I promise.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, looking lost. He knew being in the hospital had to bring back bad memories for her.
“I promise,” he said firmly. “Now, you’re freezing. I’m going to go get you a blanket, all right? Maybe something warm to drink.”
He stood and turned to Remy who watched them with interest.
“We’ve known each other a long time,” he said. Shit, why was he explaining himself to a stranger?
Remy just gave a chin lift in response.
“Look, thanks for helping, man,” Ed told him. “But don’t feel like you have to stick around.”
“Where is she? What happened? What’s going on?”
Ed turned to see Isa walking in. She was dressed in a long-sleeved dress and high cowboy boots. Unlike the rest of them, she wasn’t wet at all.
“Don’t you ever wear a jacket?” Remy snapped at her.
Ed stared at him in surprise. And Isa’s gaze narrowed in on him. “You! Did you have something to do with Georgie ending up in the hospital? Because if you did . . .” She stepped forward, her hands in fists.
“Whoa, spitfire, I didn’t have a thing to do with your friend ending up here. I was helping her.” Remy stepped forward as well, until they were inches apart.
“Hey! What’s going on here! Why are you glaring at my friend? Isabelle, get over here.”
Fuck. That’s all he needed. Loki had walked in after Isa. Unlike Isa, he was drenched. Ed guessed that he’d dropped Isa off then parked. Loki was a good guy. But he was far more reasonable when he was Lachlan and not Loki. Which, at the moment he seemed to be.
“Who are you?” Remy asked belligerently.
Loki stepped forward and gently moved Isa behind him, crossing his arms over his huge chest. “None of your business. Who the fuck are you? And why were you yelling at Isa?”
“She yelled at me first,” Remy told him.
“Isa, Remy was helping me search for Georgina. That’s why he’s here now. He had nothing to do with what happened.”
“Oh,” Isa said.
“You sound displeased,” Remy rumbled. “You got an apology for me, spitfire?”
“Don’t press your luck,” Isa muttered and moved around Loki towards Kiesha. Loki gave Remy a once-over and followed her.
“Think I’ll just sit over here and wait,” Remy said, moving down to the opposite end of the room.
Isa glared at him, while he just stared back at her calmly.