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“What happened?” Kylie asks.
“Some psycho at the bar,” I say. “Ronan stopped him.”
Braxton glances at Ronan again, then rushes into the kitchen. “Are you all right?” He tips my head to the side and looks at my face. “Did someone fucking hit you? Who was it?”
“I don’t know who it was,” I say. “Some guy grabbed me when I came out of the bathroom. He shoved me outside. I…” I look away. I don’t want to tell them. I’ll have to see it again if I talk about it.
Braxton’s anger is so strong it makes my heart race faster. It’s a twin thing; I feel his emotions sometimes.
“Did you call the police?” Kylie asks.
“Ronan did,” I say. “They’re sending someone to the bar.”
“We realized we hadn’t seen you in a while,” Kylie says. “We were already on our way over when we got your text.”
“I’m sorry, I just wanted to get out of there.”
Braxton brings me in for a gentle hug, and rests his chin on the top of my head. I can hear his heart beating fast. “Holy shit, Selene.”
Ronan walks over and stands on the other side of the island. I pull away from my brother and hand Ronan an ice pack. Braxton looks back and forth between us a few times.
“Thank you,” Brax says to Ronan.
Ronan nods. “I’m just pissed it happened at all.”
“I’m glad you were there,” Braxton says. “Fuck, I want to kill that guy.”
“Okay, Brax,” I say, putting a hand on his arm. He is not helping me calm down. “Why don’t you and Ky go home. I just need this day to be over at this point.”
“Fuck that, we’re not going anywhere,” he says.
“Braxton.” I meet his eyes. “I’m serious.”
“I’ll stay,” Ronan says.
I look at Ronan. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Do you have a spare bedroom, or am I sleeping on the couch?” Ronan asks.
“Really—”
“Let me make this very clear,” Ronan says. “If you ask me to leave, I’m going to sit on your front porch all night. So what’s it going to be? Couch? Spare bedroom? Or am I sitting on the steps outside?”
I open my mouth to tell him he doesn’t need to stay, that Brax and Ky will stay over if I need someone here. But as crazy—and probably foolish—as it is, I don’t want Ronan to go.
“There’s a bedroom right over there,” I say, pointing to Kylie’s old room. I look over at Braxton. “Brax, you guys can go home. I’m really okay. I just need to go to bed.”
Braxton eyes move to Ronan, then back to me. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure,” I say.
Kylie meets my eyes. If I needed her, I’d be able to tell her with a look. I nod, assuring her I’m fine.
“We’ll call you in the morning, okay?” she says.
I nod. “Sure.”
Kylie tugs on Braxton’s arm and speaks quietly to him. “You know she means it. She’s okay.”
