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I hesitatedat the door to Nalani’s room.
The trip to bring the flowers was going to be the first time we’d spoken to each other beyond a few cursory words in several days andthiswas far from the way I’d expected any sort of reunion to happen.
I was cool now.
But I hadn’t been before.
Aside from the obvious anger that he’d put his hands on her again, I needed answers fromeverybodyon how the hell something like this had happened.
We were supposed to have eyes on him.
And eyes onher.
She was easier to keep up with. EJ had given security the slip, which wasn’t that big of a surprise. There was no reason to have additional security in the building when she wasn’t there, so that was when he took the opening to get inside.
He had to have already been there when she got home.
Thatwas the part where the blank was drawn. There were answers only she could give.
Well… hecouldgive them, but wouldn’t be any time soon.
He needed time to recover.
Nalani though, I’d been assured was okay.
And waiting around was only prolonging the inevitable.
I went ahead and let my fist tap the door a couple of times, not waiting for a response before I stepped inside.
Nalani was upright in her bed.
A good sign.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, letting my eyes adjust to the low lighting she’d chosen as I moved toward the bed.
“I feel like I got choked and hit in the head,” she answered, putting her phone down. “Other than that… I guess I’m alright.”
Shit.
“I… I’m sorry this happened. If I could—”
“It’s not really your fault,” she interrupted. “I took some stuff from my mother’s office that I’m pretty sure my father sent EJ to get back. It had nothing to do with you.”
I sat down at the edge of the bed. “If we weren’t at odds, you would’ve beenhere. At home. Instead of at the apartment.”
She rolled her eyes, tried to, at least, but ended up wincing at the pain the gesture must’ve caused. “So you want credit for me getting attacked?”
“Credit?” I chuckled. “Nah. But I’ll definitely take the blame. You were supposed to be protected, and you weren’t, because of my fuckup. I dropped the ball. Which isabsolutelymy fault.”
“Fine then.” She reached out to touch my hand, running light fingers over my bandaged knuckles. “I would say I’d hate to see the other guy, but…”
“I’m sorry about that, too.”
“Sorry that you beat him down?”
“Sorry that you had to see it.”
