Jenna didn’t say anything about him calling his people “pack,” and called her friend. It rang several times before Nicole’s voicemail came on. Jenna called again and got the same thing.

“She’s not answering. I’m scared, Rowan. She always answers.”

He reached for his phone and made another call. “Go as quickly as you can. Her friend might be in danger.”

Rowan set the phone to the side, took out the blow-dryer, and plugged itin. He was careful around the bump, but it was very nice to have someone take care of her now.

“Let’s get you back in bed. I changed the sheets and blanket so they’re clean.”

“Thank you.”

Rowan smiled and helped her to her feet. He wrapped an arm around her waist and led her back into the bedroom. He got her situated under the blanket.

“I’m going to shower, but I’ll have the phone with me, so I won’t miss a call. You just relax. Okay?”

She nodded.

She closed her eyes. She must have dozed because a sound woke her, and she saw Rowan in shorts with wet hairon the phone. She couldn’t tell what was being said, if it was good or bad, because his expression stayed blank.

She knew something had happened when he came to herandsat by her hip. “My men got to her in time, but she was beaten. She’s not seriously hurt, so they’re going to take her to another apartment. They’ll bring in a doctor if they think it’s necessary.”

Oh my God. “How bad?” she asked, wiping the tears from her face.

“She’ll have a black eye, bruising, and a few cuts. She doesn’t have a head injury like you do, so we don’t have to worry about that.”

“Did they catch the guy?”

She couldn’t decipher his expression, but then he nodded.

“Yes, he’s been taken care of,” Rowan said.

“The police arrested him?”

Rowan paused. “Yes. He won’t be hurting anyone ever again.”

That sounded more ominous than being arrested. There was always a chance the man could get bail, but the tone of his voice made her believe him. She and her friend would never have to deal with at least that guy again. She didn’t need to know thewhole truth.

“I’d like to talk to her.”

He nodded. “Hold on. I’ll see if it’s possible.”

Jenna tried to relax, but she knew she wouldn’t feel content until she talked to her friend.

Rowan talked to the person for a moment before handing it to her. “She’s groggy but otherwise okay.”

She nodded. “Nicole?”

“Hey, Jenna,” Nicole said.

“I’m so sorry,” Jenna said and started crying.

“Why are you sorry? You didn’t do this,” Nicole said.

“We think it might be that guy at The Gin Room I told you about. The creepy one,” Jenna said.

Nicole exhaled. “Even if it is, it’s still not your fault, Jenna.”

“Are you in much pain?”