Page 110 of Rayna's Daddy

He kissed my cheek. And, my vision blurred from my tears.

“But you sent me away.” I gripped his forearm.

“I did, and it was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.” He growled against my lips and kissed me. The taste of his lips took my breath away. When he finally let me go, he stared.

“Really stupid.” I peeked up at him.

He gave me his best Daddy frown. I was going to pay for that later and I didn’t mind one bit.

“Boss,” Patrick walked behind Kyler. “Let them check her out.”

“Hi Patrick.” My head cleared. And the ache on my side throbbed, but my heart was full. They were here when I needed them. “Who was that guy, anyway?”

“We’ll get into that later.” Kyler stepped back a couple of inches but wouldn’t let go of my hand. The paramedic took a big gulp and stepped in to check me out.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Rayna Smith,” Kyler answered.

“Hi Rayna,” He smiled. “My name is Mike.” He touched the side of head and then held my eye open with one hand and shined a pin light in it. “Where does it hurt?”

“Here.” I touched my head. “And I fell on my hip, but it’s not that bad.”

“Did you pass out at any time?” He checked my eyes again. “Dizzy?”

“I got a little dizzy when I hit the ground and my vision was blurry, but it’s fine now.” I winced when he touched my waist.

“Lie back for me.” Kyler guided me down.

Mike pressed my abdomen and my hip. “Does it hurt when I press here?”

“No.” I shook my head.

“Does it hurt anywhere else?” He asked. My arm ached. The zip ties cut into my wrists. Kyler stared at the bruises on my arms. I looked up at him. His eyes grew dark, and I swear I saw steam coming out of his nostrils. I looked down at the handprint size bruises on my biceps.

“It’s just a bruise.” I reassured him, but he wasn’t having it.

“Where is he?” Kyler stalked off. “I’ll kill him.”

“Kyler.” I yelled after him. I tried to jump off the gurney, but the paramedic held me back. “No, let me go.”

“Rayna, stay put.” Patrick said.

He ran after Kyler.

Kyler wrenched the car door open and leaned in. But Patrick pulled him back and spoke to him in a firm but quiet tone. It calmed Kyler a little, but his body was a ball of tension. He looked up at me and his face softened.

He nodded and straightened his wrinkled shirt.

Kyler stalked back to me and scooped me up.

“Is she okay?” He barked.

I jumped.

“Uhm, I’d like to take her to the hospital for some X-rays,” Kyler glared at him. “But yeah, just some bruises. Some rest and she’ll be fine. If she starts vomiting or the pain . . .” Mike’s voice trailed off as we headed for the elevator.

Kyler had lost what patience he had left.

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