Page 20 of Taming His Honeydoll
“Wait,” Oliver said urgently.
Sawyer’s eyebrow rose in challenge as he went dead still.
But Oliver stood his ground, his green eyes determined. “You can take Emma and Levi with you, but I want you to follow me to Revere. Nat has a security compound with all the latest technology. She’ll be safer there than anywhere in case those goons return. Plus, I don’t intend to let my sister take off with someone I’ve just met.”
Ty stepped up beside Oliver again in solidarity. He was still intimidating, even with his woman clinging to his side.
Sawyer held their gaze for a few seconds and then his lip quirked. With his mother at home, this might be the best temporary solution. “Is this Nat the badass detective with the badass detective wife you told me about?”
“Yes.”
“Then I accept your offer—for now.” His tone was faintly derisive, letting them know if he’d wanted to, he would have taken them without their permission.
“What about my car?” Emma asked weakly. Her stomach was still upset and she felt stupidly weak. Under normal circumstances, she would never let this overload of male testosterone move her here and there without her permission. Just this once though, she’d allow it. “I need some more Tylenol,” she groaned, and promptly threw up again on the ground between her feet.
“If someone has a drink, you need to take a pain pill,” Oliver ordered firmly, pulling something from his pocket. “Here is the sample packet of tablets the doc gave me for you.”
Emma waved her hand. “That stuff will make me sleep, just give me Tylenol.”
“No,” Oliver replied firmly. “You always get nauseous with a headache and you need something stronger right now. “We’ll get your prescription filled in Revere after we get you settled.” He looked around. “Anyone have a drink?”
They all looked at each other. No one had a drink.
“In Levi’s bag—juice,” Emma moaned, ready to spew again.
Sawyer rummaged around in the backpack on the back seat and took out a fruit punch box with a straw to poke in the side. “Here you go,” he said with a small smile as he handed it to her. After she took the pill, he helped her out of the car and around the mess, and then picked her up and carried her easily to his big truck where he buckled her in.
Emma loved the feel of his arms around her again. It just felt so right that she wanted to break down and cry like a baby. “I’m s-sorry for being such a wuss,” she croaked.
“You’re hurt, baby brat. Just lay back and relax, you’ll feel better in a few minutes,” he ordered softly. “I’ll get Levi strapped into my back seat and take care of everything else.”
“I’m not a brat,” she objected with a hint of her old self coming through.
Sawyer chuckled. “Once a brat, always a brat. It’s one of the things that drew me to you in the first place.”
Emma decided it hurt too much to think about that right now. “What about my car?” she asked again.
“Nat is sending a couple of his buddies out to pick it up,” Oliver replied, handing Sawyer Levi’s backpack. “The police are here,” he added as two police cars pulled in and blocked one side of the highway, their lights flashing.
Sawyer nodded to Oliver. “Thanks. I’ll get Levi.” He headed back to Emma’s car.
“Don’t worry about a thing, Emma, just let us help you,” Oliver said, leaning it to squeeze her shoulder and kiss her forehead.
Emma finally let go and let them take care of her.
Just this once.
