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“Fine.”
A stupid question didn’t deserve more than one word that wasn’t the truth.
“Good.” He slapped my back and pulled his vibrating phone from his pocket. He shook it. “I should take this. It might be happy news for you.”
At his mercy. Always.
Now Lexie was too.
I glared at his back as he walked away. He had the connections. He knew I hadn’t done what I’d been accused of. Which begged the question: Why hadn’t he made my legal problems disappear?
Chapter Nine
Lexie
My head feelslike a grenade exploded inside it . . . twice.
I pried my eyes open. Immediately Lincoln filled my vision. Nothing else was recognizable.
“Am I in jail?”
His head jolted up. He pushed to his feet, relief in every deep-set line around his eyes.
“How do you feel?” He brushed my cheek with the barest touch, as if he were afraid I’d break.
“Still no hello.” My voice was scratchy like I hadn’t used it in a while.
“I’ve got a hello for you, but not until I’m sure you’re all right,” he growled.
I snickered. Pain shot through my skull. I winced and grabbed the back of my head and rubbed.
“What’s wrong?” Lincoln’s expression went super serious, even for him.
“My head . . . it doesn’t feel so hot.”
“I’ll go get the doctor.” He was halfway to the door before he finished speaking.
“No. Stay.” I’d wanted to say that to him before but hadn’t had the courage. I hurt too badly to give a damn now.
He glanced between me and the exit, an obvious war going on inside him.
I lifted my arm and realized they weren’t bound by cuffs. My outstretched hand seemed to make the decision for him.
He laced my fingers through his.
“Eric?”
I’d surmised I was in a hospital—definitely not a jail cell—but had no idea how or why I was here.
“He’s with Beau. We didn’t tell him you’re here. I didn’t know what you’d want, but I figured he’d been through enough today.” He tightened his hold.
“You did the right thing.” I took in his appearance. “Weren’t you wearing that . . . um . . . how long have I been here?”
There were no windows in the room. The lighting was dim, giving the illusion of nighttime. For all I knew it was noon.
He checked his wristwatch without letting go of my hand. “Nearly two a.m. You’ve been here six hours.”
“I don’t remember what happened.”
