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“Beautiful, I wasn’t asking. You’ve got a concussion. Some piece of shit attacked you. If you think I’m letting you spend the night alone, then he hit your head harder than you think.”
“That’s not nice.”
“I’m not a nice guy.”
“Yes, you are.”
“Exactly, so stop arguing and let me do what I’m going to do. I told you I’m going to keep showing up and fighting for you. Be a lot easier if you’d accept that we’re together and let me take care of you.”
She purses her sexy lips that I’m dying to kiss. I can see she wants to argue, but she’s fighting the urge.
“When we get to your place, I’ll run you a bath and order some soup for delivery.”
“You’ve got it all figured out, huh?” She smirks at herself.
“Mostly.” I don’t share my plans to have her for lunch and dinner. Eat her sweet cunt until her body turns to gelatin, and she relaxes. Allow someone to take care of her for once.
Nav and the girls beat us to the house. While Zoe talks to her girls, I hang with Nav in the kitchen.
“You don’t happen to have a pic of the ex, do you?”
“No, but I’m betting if you look in some of the older photo albums in the living room, you’ll find one. Then add about fifteen years of drug and alcohol abuse. The man I saw this morning was rough. Dark reddish-brown hair with patches of silver. Goatee. Big wrinkles across his forehead. Looked like he’d skipped a few meals and could use a shower and a good night’s sleep. I’m assuming you think he was behind the attack?”
“Link and Pam too.”
“Kimber said the same.”
“I catch the fucker. I’ll kill him.”
“I hear that, man. You know Link and I got your back with this shit.”
“No doubt.”
Kimber, Nav, and Kiesha left. Zoe’s soaking in her tub, and I’m waiting for our delivery to arrive. I thumb my way through some of the old family photo albums Navarro mentioned.
Most are filled to the brim with pictures of the holidays. Birthday parties. There are only a few photos of her ex. Every shot of him and Zoe she has this sad, dead expression in her eyes. A look I’d never want to be responsible for causing. An expression I hope I never see.
Putting away the past, I trudge down the hall to the bathroom to check in on my woman. Tapping lightly on the door, I wait for her to respond.
“You can come in.”
My heart nearly stops at the sight of Zoe in the bathtub, naked yet shielded by the bubbles. Except I have firsthand knowledge what’s under the surface of the warm water. All her womanly curves that I can’t wait to get my hands back on.
“Food will be here soon. Wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m fine. My head is a little sore. Nothing a little Motrin can’t handle.”
“What’s the pigs say?”
“That’s not nice. Not all cops are corrupt.”
“Fair enough. Did they have any leads?”
“Not really. Said they’d be in touch, but these things happen all the time. And I’m fine.”
“Spending the night in the hospital isn’t fine.”
Before I can argue my point further, the doorbell rings.
