“Is there any chance you’re pregnant, Winter?”
Her cheeks immediately flush red and her eyes go wide. “N-no. Why would you ask that?”
Nancy smiles sympathetically, understanding she may have shocked the girl. “It’s a standard precautionary question. I just want to make sure I give you the best care.”
Winter seems to relax a bit more with the explanation in the air.
“It looks like you’re warming up. We’re going to keep a close eye on you for the next twenty-four hours though. We’ll get you some warm clothes and a place to sleep.”
“Not the closet?” Winter asks hopefully.
It takes all of my strength not to flinch. The closet. That fucker was keeping her in a closet to hide her here? How long has she been living like this? How did we miss it?
“You’ll stay in my room,” I demand, withholding a growl. Anyone who suggests putting her anywhere else can take a fucking swim in the storm for all I care.
Winter’s cheeks pinken again. “Okay.”
Yawning, she breathes out a sigh and presses her lips against my sternum. I’d drain my whole bank account to feel that again with my shirt out of the way. How the hell does this girl have me stirred up so badly after one encounter? In all my thirty-five years, no one has affected me this way. Ever.
I need to get her to the right temperature, put her in my bed, and walk away before I fucking can’t. I don’t know what her dad put her through before getting to this point, but I’m not going to ruin her life by letting her trade one scary man for another.