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The team of Devil Daddies who had invaded the Ravagers’ compound exchanged glances. All except for Vex. His gaze focused intently on the woman.
“I’ve got you. You’re safe. Let Razor check you out,” Vex told her.
“O… okay,” she whispered.
“Here’s some water. Drink,” Vex spoke quietly to her as Wraith handed her an open bottle.
Vex’s face hardened when she guzzled it down so fast she choked. “Easy. You’re in a good place now. We’ll get more. Tell me your name.”
“Angel.”
Chapter 19
“Don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m okay,” Razor reassured her, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
“I think this is the last one. I’m so sorry I had to hurt you,” she apologized.
“You’re helping me, Little girl. Now my skin can recover.”
As soon as he’d treated Angel and they’d gotten the word that the Ravagers had retreated instead of attacking, Honey had dragged Razor inside to attend to him. He hadn’t resisted. That alone told her how exhausted he was. She tried not to worry more and failed. Putting that nervous energy to good use, she followed his instructions as he coached her through the necessary treatment.
Honey looked at the pile of grit and small stones she’d pulled from his skin and shuddered. Razor had tried to tend to the wound after the Ravagers had removed his bonds, but plucking debris from cuts and scrapes he couldn’t see had been impossible. She’d hated opening up his injury to clean out the road rash. Each grimace or involuntary hiss of pain from Razor had hurt her heart. Now, his skin oozed blood and other juices in reaction to her probing tweezers, and her hands shook from forcing herself to do what he needed.
“Without taking that out of me, these spots wouldn’t have healed. You’ve saved me a lot of pain and infection,” Razor told her. “And hey, look. My ass isn’t as hairy on this side now.”
“You! Your butt wasn’t ever hairy. A bit fuzzy, perhaps.”
His attempt at humor had eased the tension in her expression as she considered his derriere. He cupped her face and kissed her gently. “I’m fine, Little girl. Worried about you more than about myself. Can you tell me why you left? Were you concerned about me treating Caroline?”
“Yes. But I understand that jealousy was completely silly now. Of course you have female patients. I ran away because I was really worried about something else.” Crossing her fingers for good luck, Honey inhaled deeply and forced herself to ask, “Do you only want me as your Little girl because I have MS? Because I’ll need help?”
“No, sweetheart. When it comes to you, I’m quite selfish. I need you in my life, no matter what.”
She looked down at his chest, ashamed that she’d fled from the best man she’d ever met. “While you were gone, I thought through all the silly things floating around in my mind. Somewhere deep in here,” she pointed to her heart, “I knew I’d projected my feelings onto you.”
“You’ve had people in your life who’ve reacted that way. You were protecting yourself from being hurt again,” he guessed.
“Yes. But it was wrong to assume the worst about you when you’re incredible.”
“Oh, I have my faults too, Little girl. Rejecting happiness today because of possible difficulties that might or might not happen isn’t one of them. No one has a crystal ball to reveal the future. Can you trust I love you for you?”
“I love you too, Daddy! I’m so sorry!”
“No more sorries. Give me a kiss, Little girl, and we’ll leave this road bump behind.”
She threw herself into his arms and kissed him with all the emotions that had built up inside her while the Ravagers held him. His strong arms hugged her tight as he shared her need to reconnect. When they both panted for air, the turmoil inside her calmed. Her Daddy was home. Safe.
“Now, I need a shower. Will you come with me?” he asked.
She nodded eagerly. She definitely didn’t want to take her eyes off him. Razor stepped into the warm spray with a heartfelt groan of enjoyment. He opened his arms and pulled her close. The last of her worry and anxiety over his injury and disappearance melted away as the water streamed over her.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” she whispered.
“Me too. I’m happy your ankle is better as well.”
“I used the scooter while you were gone to rest it. It improved each day.”
She pushed on his chest, and his arms loosened. “Not trying to be mean, but you stink. Let’s get you clean so I can enjoy your yummy scent.”
