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“Take mine first,” I said, sitting on the couch. “Duke, why don’t you find Sailor a clean towel and a change of clothes, so after we’re done here she can shower?”
Duke nodded. “Good idea.” He leaned in close to brush his lips against my cheek and then left, heading up the stairs.
Doc opened her bag. “I came prepared.” She pulled out everything she needed to draw blood.
“You’re married to a biker?” Sailor asked Doc.
“Yep.”
“Which one?”
“He was one of the guys who rescued us,” I said.
“Acid?” she asked.
“No. Boxer,” I said. “One of the guys who…”
“Shot the bastards that took us,” Sailor said, skin paling. “He’s scary.”
Doc patted her shoulder and gave her a smile. “I’ll tell him you think so.”
Chapter39
“Sailor’s showering.Doc said she’ll stay with Sailor so you can get some sleep.” Duke closed the door of Slash and Brooklyn’s clubhouse room.
I nodded but didn’t move from the edge of the bed.
Duke came further into the room and set some clothes next to me. “I brought you some of my stuff to change into.”
I didn’t reply. I didn’t even act as though I’d heard him.
He took my hands and gently helped me stand, and then he was leading me to the bathroom. Duke released me and then turned on the shower.
“Hot,” I said. “Make it really hot.”
“Okay.”
“Scalding.”
“Willa—”
“I have to scrub every last inch of my skin. I have to remove any trace of this night…of this horror.”
With a nod, he turned back to the shower and fiddled with knobs until the water was so hot it began to steam up the room. I stripped out of my clothes, never wanting to see them again, and got into the shower.
Gritting my teeth, I let the water pour over me. I grabbed the soap and made a lather. I washed away the terror. I washed away the hopelessness. I washed away my inability to save all the women who were kidnapped daily, all over the world.
I washed away the tragedy of not knowing the name of the girl who’d died in the truck with us.
And when I finally felt like I’d tortured myself enough, I turned off the water. I slid back the curtain to find that Duke hadn’t left the bathroom but was instead holding up a towel for me to dry off with.
I stepped out of the shower onto the fuzzy blue bathmat, and he draped the towel around me. And then he hugged me to him.
“I’m getting you all wet,” I murmured, even as I snuggled deeper into his arms.
“Doesn’t matter,” he rasped. “What matters is that you’re safe.”
“None of us are safe.”
