Page 45 of Nothing Breaks Like A Heart

It made sense to look, but it hurt to move, and I was still thinking about what I'd seen. "I'll look later."

"We'll look now," he said forcefully.

"It's going to hurt."

"I'll help you, Lauren. We need to see what the damage is in case we need to get you to the doctor."

He helped me take off my jeans, and I winced as the denim moved past my hips.

"Damn," he muttered as he pulled them all the way off and tossed them on the end of the bed. "You have a hell of a bruise."

I twisted my head to see swelling around my hip bone and a large red and purple bruise developing. No wonder I was in pain.

"You might need to get this checked out."

"I don't think I broke anything and there's nothing anyone can do for a bruise. I just want to rest, Andrew."

He frowned, then got up and retrieved a hand towel from the bathroom. He draped it over my hip and gently set the ice bag on top of it. Even that small amount of pressure sent a stabbing pain from my hip to my toes, but I hoped the cold would help ease that.

He pulled a throw blanket off the chaise lounge next to the bed and put it over me with soft and kind hands. "What else do you need?" he asked.

"Nothing. Thank you."

He met my gaze and gave a regretful shake of his head. "This is not the honeymoon I wanted, Lauren."

"Me, either. But it can only get better, right?"

"I can't imagine it getting worse. What happened was such a freak accident. That a bee would sting your horse. What are the odds of that?"

"What are the odds?" I echoed, my gut telling me it had not been a bee.

But thinking about what it might have been would only make me feel worse, and my pain threshold was maxed out.

"You should rest. Hopefully, you'll feel better in a few hours. We have that bonfire tonight on the beach."

I sighed at the reminder. That was another one of the events Megan wanted to highlight for the campaign. "I don't think I can do it. I need to text Megan and let her know. She won't be happy."

"She'll have to understand."

"You should go without me."

"I don't think she wants photos of me by myself," he said dryly.

"Your friends will be there. Maybe she can take group shots, and we don't have to be the featured couple." I reached for my phone. "I can ask her."

"Put that down. I'll talk to Megan. You don't need to worry about it."

"What are you going to do now?"

"I have some work emails to answer. I also might run down and talk to the guys for a while if you don't need anything else."

"I'll be fine, Andrew."

"Okay." He pulled the curtains shut and turned off the light before leaving the bedroom, gently closing the door behind him.

Once he was gone, I picked up my phone and watched the video again. I didn't know if I was imagining things or seeing an actual rock hitting my horse. If that had happened, who had thrown that rock and why?

Were they trying to spook me, hurt me?

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