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But pink hair wrapped a surprisingly strong hand around her arm. “Sorry, ma’am. Protocol, ya know? Up you go!”
Rolling her eyes would be torture, so she settled for pouting as they helped her up onto the stretcher. Her stomach rolled at the waves of pain, so she closed her eyes and focused on not puking on anyone.
“Livvy! What the hell happened to her?”
Opening her eyes again, she squinted up at James and Bryant. Her husband’s face was even whiter than MaryAnn’s had been, and her heart lurched at the worry in his expression. “I’m okay. Just a bruise.”
“You’re covered in blood, Livvy. Where are you hurt?” Lifting his head, he bared his teeth at Detective Rogers as she came jogging up. “What the fuck did he do to my wife?”
“The blood isn’t hers, Mr. Monroe. Just a little splatter from where your receptionist shot her boyfriend.”
“What?” Voice rising with obvious anger, James leveled a furious glare at the small crowd surrounding them. “What the fuck happened in there?”
“He hit me,” Olivia offered, swallowing hard. “Hurts.”
Fury took a backseat to concern, though she could still see it burning in his eyes. “I know, baby. I’ll be right behind you.” He started to lift his arm, but the movement was cut short. Growling, he glared at Detective Michaelson. “Do you mind?”
Olivia couldn’t help it. The sight of her Daddy in handcuffs sent her over the edge and she began laughing hysterically.
“What’s wrong with her?” Bryant demanded.
“I-I’m supposed to be the one in handcuffs!” she managed between breathless fits of giggles.
There was a moment of dead silence before Bryant let out a howl of laughter. James’s mouth fell open, his face turning a shade of red she’d never seen before.
“Let’s get you in the rig, sweetheart,” pink hair cooed. “Before you give your man there a heart attack.”
“He’ll be fine.” Waving a hand dismissively, Olivia grinned at her Daddy.
The EMTs lifted the stretcher into the ambulance, and as soon as the handcuffs were off, James tried to climb in behind her.
“Sir, you need to ride up front.” With a smile that bordered on manic, pink hair popped up and pulled the doors shut on James’s shocked face.
“I think I’m a little in love with you,” Olivia said, her head rolling to the side as whatever drugs they’d pumped into the IV started to kick in.
“Back atcha, cutie. Now you just sit tight and let us take care of you.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She woke alonein her own bed the next morning. For just a moment, everything seemed normal. Until she stretched and smiled, and the blinding pain in her cheek brought the memories rushing back. Whimpering, she stumbled to the bathroom to inspect the damage.
“Motherfucker.” The whole right side of her face was various shades of black and blue. According to the doctors, it wasn’t broken, but they could’ve fooled her. She poked at the bruise, hissing when searing pain shot through her skull.
“That looks painful, little one.”
“It is.” Lifting her gaze, she met his eyes in the reflection and sent him a smug smile. “But you should see the other guy.”
“According to the detectives, he’ll live. Unfortunately.”
“MaryAnn is either a crap shot, or an excellent one.” Worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, she turned to slip her arms around his waist. “Daddy?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you gonna fire MaryAnn?”
The muscles in his back tensed. “I assumed that was a given. She helped a killer abduct you, Olivia.”
“I know, but I don’t think she really knew what was going on.”
