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“So she’s jealous.” The officer waved his pen between me and Wes. “Of you two.”
“Of our relationship,” Wes said miserably.
The way he clutched that coffee made my anger wilt. He was exhausted.
“I told her I’d help her. I mean, I didn’t think helping her with a flat tire was that big of a deal,” Wes said, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. When I just stood there, he slumped a bit more. “When I got here, she handed me a coffee she’d made.” He glanced around and pointed to the small setup on the counter. “I only took a few sips.” He shook his head. “Whatever’s in there is strong.”
Madison gasped. “She drugged you!”
The cop interviewing Wes looked at Officer Paul. “Bag that cup.”
Officer Paul went to gather the evidence. In the back, Veronica had gone quiet.
“I got really unsteady and woozy. She, ah, kissed me… tried to do some stuff,” Wes explained.
Jamie made a sound, and Rory went into Ryan’s arms.
“I made it out to my Jeep. I was gonna lock myself inside, but Rinkin showed up. He was helping her. He knocked me out, and the next thing I knew, I woke up locked in the ice machine.”
The questioning went on a while longer, but I couldn’t concentrate on anything anyone said. All I could do was be horrified at what he’d been through tonight and feel guilty that I wasn’t there. Guilty that I’d called off his tail for the night.
I underestimated that wench Veronica. I knew she was a jealous hag, but drugging someone? Assault? Who knows what they would have done if we hadn’t gotten here when we did?
Chilled fingers caressed my face, making me jolt. Wes dropped his hand and frowned.
I made a sound, snatching his hand back and lifting his fingers to kiss them. “You startled me.”
“Stop,” Wes intoned.
My lips stilled against the pads of his fingers. “What?”
“Stop blaming yourself. Your thoughts are so loud they’re giving me a headache.”
I snarled. “No, that’s the drugs you ingested.”
“Hey,” he murmured, feet shuffling closer. Pulling his hand free, he laid it on the side of my neck, his chocolate eyes staring straight into mine. “This isn’t your fault. It’s mine. I made the decision to come here, to trust her. Stop blaming yourself.”
“Well, I sure as hell am not gonna blame you.”
“Blame Win, then,” he quipped.
“What the hell, Wes?” Win said, obviously eavesdropping on our conversation. Really, we would never have a private conversation ever again if he was anywhere near us.
I laughed under my breath.
Wes’s face softened. “That’s better.”
“Come here,” I whispered, and he came, melting into me like ice cream on a July day.
He purred, pushing closer into my warmth, and the scent of leather swirled beneath my nose as he cuddled closer. The coffee in his hand was warm against my chest, but I didn’t complain. I just held him tighter, kissing the top of his head.
“We’ve let the hospital know you’re on your way. We’ve asked them to give you priority. They will check you over, make sure your body temperature is high enough, and draw some blood. We’ll have the lab analyze for whatever she put in that coffee,” the officer said, not even batting an eye at the way I was cuddling my boyfriend.
Realizing he was there, Wes started to pull back, but I pressed him back down, gazing over his head at the cop. “Thanks. We’re going now.”
He gave me a card and Win one too. “Call if you remember any more details.”
“Sure.” I agreed.
