Page 113 of Roar & Lizzy: A Forever Kind of Love

"Elling asked me to spend the night here," whispered Coco.

"He did?"

She nodded. "I think, if it's okay with you, I'll take him up on his offer."

"Of course, it's fine. You don't have to ask—"

"I thought maybe you'd want help with Roar," she said.

"We'll be fine, and I can always call the club if he needs something I can't give him." She rubbed her eyes.

It'd been a long, emotional, and scary day. She hooked her hand on her neck and rotated her shoulders. It felt a lot like she'd been hit by a train.

A low rumble of commotion came from behind her. She turned in the chair and seeing the members who were in the meeting, she stood, searching for Roar in the crowd. The longer it took to find him, the closer she edged toward the hallway.

Finally, the last person to walk out, Roar hobbled toward her. She rushed to his side and turned, putting her arm around his waist. To her surprise, he leaned on her heavier than she'd expected.

He was hurting.

"I need to get you home." She struggled under his weight to keep him walking straight.

"Just get me to my motorcycle," he said, his voice strained.

"You can't—"

"I can." He motioned Brage over, and when they reached the door, he held on to the building while his vice president rode Roar's Harley to him.

"Brage will walk you through the bar and across the street to the house. I'll meet you there." He kissed her forehead. "I'm ready for bed."

"This is such a bad idea," she whispered.

"Let's go home." He limped to the motorcycle.

She held her breath as he struggled to lift his leg over the seat. Only exhaling as he rode forward toward the gate.

Rushing to the back door of the bar, she made Brage run to catch up with her. She wasn't going to leave Roar out there alone when someone tried to kill him today.

She arrived at the house out of breath, putting her arm around Roar and helping him to the door.

Brage took his other side and went as far as the house. "You need help inside, Prez?"

"I'm good." Roar pointed to the couch, and Lizzy helped him across the room. "Lock the door on your way out, Brage."

The door closed. She helped Roar lower himself, and as soon as his ass hit the cushion, she ran upstairs and grabbed all the pillows off her bed and returned to the living room.

"You're sleeping here tonight." She propped his head up and looked down at his leg. "I don't know what to do. Should I take your jeans off or put a pillow under your leg?"

"There's a bottle of pills in my vest pocket. Get me a couple of them, and in a half hour, you can pull off my jeans. Then, I want you to sleep. You're beat." He undid the braid at the top of his head with one hand.

She went and got him a glass of water and retrieved the pills for him. After he took medicine, she kneeled on the floor beside him, and he looped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her to his chest.

"I'll camp out on the floor beside you. If you need anything, just tell me," she whispered.

He exhaled loudly. "You're not sleeping on the damn floor. Get up here with me."

"I won't fit."

"I'll make room."

An hour later, he fell asleep. She stayed awake, watching him, squished between him and the back of the couch.

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