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The door opens and Forge stops talking. I roll my eyes as he nearly knocks into Ranger Stephens to get into the room to check on Raewyn.

I move past him, but Stephens stops me.

We weren’t able to speak with Raewyn before he got to her. Meaning, we don’t know what she said to him. I know that’s why Forge was amped up. Yes, he wants to know she’s okay, and so do I. She’s been asleep in that bed a full twenty-four hours. I need to talk to her too, but I do wish we would have had a moment to prepare her.

“Miss Forester's concussion has made it difficult to establish exactly what happened in that cabin,” Stephens says.

I blink, but don’t otherwise react.

“That's unfortunate,” I reply.

He studies me for a moment.

“It is. Fortunately, there's enough evidence to establish what Mendes was doing there.” I don't say anything, and let him continue. “When we raided his home, we found more incriminating evidence.”

“I wish I could say I’m surprised to hear that.”

“I'll be in touch if we need anything else, Detective Warren.”

That’s the last thing he says before he leaves. I stand there a moment, watching him walk away. Then I look back at Raewyn’s hospital door.

Does she really not remember what happened?

I hurry into the room. Forge is sitting in a chair beside her bed. I quickly grab the other one and slide it over next to him.

“How are you feeling?” I ask.

“Just tired.”

“That’s it? No pain?”

She laughs. “Forge already asked me this.”

“I just need to make sure you’re okay,” I say, reaching over to take her hand.

“I’m okay.”

“What did Stephens say to you?” Forge asks.

“Just asked what I remembered.”

“He shouldn’t have asked you anything. Not yet. You’re still recovering,” he growls.

“It’s fine,” she says. “He was nice.”

Forge looks at me, and I smirk. His brow furrows.

“Stephens stopped me before I came in. Said her concussion is making it difficult for her to remember anything,” I explain.

Forge whips his head toward Raewyn. He’d already mentioned going to jail and what he would do if that happened. He was prepared, and he didn’t care, because it was to keep her safe.

“Is that true?” he asks.

“It’s true in the way that it’s what I told him….” Her eyes sparkle with mischief.

Forge gets up and leans over her to kiss her.

“I love you,” he whispers. “And I’d do it a hundred more times if it meant keeping you safe.”