Page 12 of Rayna's Daddy

I nodded and hugged him.

“Get a shower.” He patted my back. “You smell like a cheap hotel.”

“Get Randall and Chandler in here in the morning.” I head back to Rayna.

“Okay, I’m having Patrick put additional men on the floor. Just in case.” Josh walked to the door. “Night, man.”

After a quick lap around the apartment to make sure everything was secure, I jumped in and out of the shower and threw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Rayna would be thirsty when she woke up. I grabbed a couple of bottles of water before heading back to check on Rayna.

But when I stepped back into her room, the best was empty.

“Fuck.”

She gasped.

I spun around and found her wrapped in the blanket and huddled on the floor.

I kneeled in front of her.

“What are you doing back there?” My calm voice surprised me.

“You said a bad word.” She pointed, but her hand dropped heavy to her lap.

“I’m sorry.” I held my chest. “I thought you’d left.”

“I don’t’ even know where I am.” She blinked a few times. “Did you buy me?”

“What?”

“Did you buy me?” Her voice was soft and childlike. “How much did I cost?”

“I did not buy you, but I would have if I had to.” I stood up and offered her my hand. She stared at it. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

She placed her hand in mine.

“How did you get me?” She glared at me. “Where am I?”

“You don’t remember what happened.”

“Rabbits.” She pointed above my head. “You had rabbit ears.”

Did she take a bump to the head?

She shook her head like clearing out the cobwebs.

“I’m so tired.” She followed me to the bed. I sat her down. “And, confused.” She held her head in her hands.

“Take it easy.” I patted her hand. “Here, drink this.”

She took the bottle and took an audible gulp.

“Easy.”

“Who are you?” She wiped her mouth. "Wait, don’t tell me. Kyle.”

“Close. Kyler.” I shook her hand to get her to look at me. “Kyler Grant.”

“Rayna Smith.” She tilted her head. “My friends call me Rayn.”

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