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She could have been killed.
Dimly, he heard his name.
“Grant?” She blinked, shook her head and then winced. “Sorry. Mr. Santos. What are you doing here?”
“You were just attacked and robbed, Alexandra. Screw the Mr. Santos.”
The roll of her eyes reduced some of the tension in his shoulders.
“Okay, Grant, what are you doing here?”
“You forgot your coat at the Met.”
She frowned and looked down. When she saw the laptop in his hands, her eyes brightened.
“You got my computer back!”
She started to get up, but the officer laid a hand on her arm.
“Ma’am, you need to get checked out by the paramedics first.”
“I’m fine,” she protested. “He whacked me on the head, but it’s okay.”
“It’s not okay.”
Both the officer and Alexandra looked up as Grant’s words whipped out with ferocious intensity.
“It’s not okay that he hit me, no, but my head just hurts a little. I’ll be fine—”
“You’re going to the hospital,” Grant cut in.
The officer frowned. “Ma’am, while I think someone could use a lesson on manners, I agree with him. A head injury is nothing to mess with. Once the shock wears off, the pain might be more than you expect.”
Alexandra’s eyes found Grant’s again and she sighed.
“Fine.”
It was after midnight when Grant’s limo pulled up outside the bookstore. He took one look at Alexandra curled up in her seat, eyes barely open and skin so pale it looked like snow, and made a split-second decision.
“Ralph, go home. I’m going to take Miss Moss up to her apartment and stay with her tonight.”
Ralph didn’t even blink an eye.
“Yes, sir.”
“You are not staying the night,” Alexandra protested feebly as she moved to unbuckle her seat belt. “I’m fine.”
“You look like hell,” Grant replied bluntly before he got out and circled around the limo. He opened the door, reached in and hauled Alexandra into his arms. She gasped as she grabbed on to the lapels of his coat.
“What are you doing?”
“Carrying you.”
“I can walk, you know. I got hit in the head, not the legs.”
“You’re also on strong painkillers after going through a hellish experience. Your stepbrother and his fiancée are out of town, and you told me yourself there’s no one else to call.” A point that had relieved him when the doctor had asked if there was anyone she could contact. Not that Alexandra’s romantic life was any of his concern. They weren’t together. But the thought of her being with anyone had sent jealousy slithering through his veins.
“Either I carry you up to your apartment or you’re fired.”
