He steps through the curtain and up to the bed I’m sitting on. “Emergency contact, remember? I got a call telling me you were in the emergency room, but they wouldn’t tell me why. Then I get here, and they say you were involved in an explosion.” He fists his hands. “I thought maybe you, you know…” He stares at the ground.
I get it. It’s a call none of us wants to get but know it’s possible in our line of work.
“Hey, I’ll be fine. I only need a few stitches. And Savvy wasn’t injured at all, which is a miracle.”
Durango’s head jerks up. “Savvy? The real estate agent? You were with her?” The corner of his mouth curves up. “I knew you really liked her.”
I hold up my hand. “No, nothing like that. She was showing a property and was uncomfortable about the client. She asked me to go with her. That’s all.”
He crosses his arms. “Well, it looks like she had reason to be uncomfortable. Why didn’t you call me or any of the guys for backup?”
“Listen, I had no idea someone was trying to kill that guy. I just thought he was a creep.”
“Are you sure the guy was the target?”
No. I’m not sure, and I also have no idea where Savvy is. “You think it was Savvy?”
He shrugs. “Maybe there is more to her asking you to go with her than she told you.”
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize you weren’t alone,” Savvy says as she stands at the curtain entrance.
Durango turns to her and then arches a brow at me. “Please stay. I’ll head out to the waiting room.” He turns to me. “I assume you’ll need a ride home?”
I nod. “Thanks. That would be great.”
Savvy walks up to the bed as Durango leaves. Her eyes widen as she stares at my bare chest. “How are you?” she asks.
“I’ll be fine. The cut was deep enough that I need stitches, but that’s all.”
“So that’s why you don’t have a gown on?” She continues to stare at my chest with heat in her eyes.
I admit, it’s a turn-on, but this isn’t the time or place. I shift to hide my reaction. “That’s why.”
She meets my eyes, and I’m grinning.
“If you prefer, I can take my shirt off whenever I see you.”
“Oh.” Her face flushes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare at you like that. I should be apologizing again. It’s my fault you were there and that you got hurt.”
“And if I weren’t there, you’d be dead.” It’s harsh, but it’s true. “Clinton wouldn’t have left so fast, and you two would have likely been closer to the blast location.”
A tear falls down her cheek. “You’re right. Thank you for coming with me. I really appreciate it.”
I’m not used to seeing her like this, vulnerable. For a second, I forget that she drives me insane. “Hey,” I say. “Ihave to ask you something.” I stare at my hands. Normally, I don’t struggle with saying what’s on my mind, but I feel I need to tread carefully here, or I’ll scare her off.
“What is it?”
I meet her gaze. “Do you think you were the target of the explosion?”
She swallows. “Me?”
I nod.
Her brow furrows as she stares at the ground. “Of course not. Don’t be ridiculous. Why would someone want me dead?” She avoids my eyes.
“I’m worried you might be in danger.” Now I am even more so based on how she’s reacting.
She gives a nervous laugh. “No, I’m fine. I’m sure the bomb was for that man.”
