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I sat down next to her and put my arm around her. “We can get through this.” I grabbed the box of tissues and passed her a few.
She blew her nose, and her large blue eyes resembled the ocean. “We? There’s a ‘we’?”
“I’m here. I care for you.”
“That’s all?” Tears continued to streak her high cheekbones.
“Isn’t that enough?”
She nodded weakly, and I grabbed a tissue and wiped the makeup stains off her face. “It’s also very complicated. Your life differs greatly from mine.”
“Mm.” She looked down at her feet.
“Savanah, you have to press charges, like this minute. Your mother is talking to the lawyer. You should report his physical abuse. There are also today’s incidents witnessed by me. He’s with the French cops right now, which will last a minute. His father will get that seen to. You’ve got enough on him to have him locked up.”
“He’ll get bail and then send out that beastly tape.” She covered her face. “Shit.”
“They can threaten to sue. From what I’m hearing, that family aren’t as flush as they pretend.”
She chuckled sarcastically. “Tell me about it. I pay for everything when we’re out. Including his fucking drugs.” She held her head again. “This is a fucking nightmare. How did I get myself mixed up in this?”
I avoided lecturing her on dating bad boys and how that would never end well.
“If that tape is made public, everyone will hate me. You’ll hate me. Shit.” She walked to the wall-to-ceiling window and screamed. “I want to die.”
From the fridge, I grabbed a bottle of water, unscrewed the top, and handed it to her.
“I need something stronger. Or a cigarette. Or a Xanax. Please get me something. I’m losing it here.” She clutched her arms.
Normally I would have tried to talk someone out of sedatives, but I could see Savanah was about to snap.
I embraced her, and her tense body slowly unwound.
“That’s better.” She looked up at me with a trembly smile. “All I need is you, Carson. You know that, don’t you?”
With that wide, searching gaze, she reminded me of a lost child, and my heart ached for her. All I wanted to do was to hold her. Stroke her. Protect her.
“Can I run a bath for you?” I asked.
“That would be nice. Can you wash my back?”
It was a relief to see her lips curl. “I’ll see what I can do.”
Just as I let go of her, she crossed her arms and trembled again. “You’ve got to stop him.”
Taking a deep breath, I could see she needed more than a bath to calm her troubled state. “Okay. I’ll be back in a minute.” I paused at the door. “Don’t do anything silly.”
She fell onto the sofa and held onto her face and shook her head slowly. “But please hurry back.”
There was that child again. Who could deny her anything?
But I wasn’t meant to be papa. Not going on the guilty fucking erection. This poor woman needed my support. Not my dick.
“Okay. I’ll see if there’s a doctor.”
“No. Just ask my mother. She’s always got Xanax. Doesn’t go anywhere without them.”
That took me aback. Caroline Lovechild was the last person I imagined needing downers.
