Page 73 of Love on the Line

Relief flooded her system. Maybe he could get some information. Everyone knew him at the hospital.

His is eyes narrowed as he stared at her face. “They messed you up.”

“I’ll be okay.” She twisted her hands in her lap. “It’s Wyatt I’m worried about.”

A vein bulged in Devon’s forehead, and the tips of his ears turned red. “Someone is going to pay.”

“Can you find anything out about him?” She grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “I can’t stand not knowing.”

“I can try, but first, how are you? What did the doctor say?”

“I have a concussion.” She still felt like she was in a fog, and took a deep breath.

Devon’s mouth twisted. “This never should have happened.”

“Please, see if anyone will talk to you?” She squeezed his hand harder. He was her only hope.

“Okay, I’ll be back.” He strode toward the elevator, looked back, and shook his head.

She hugged her arms around herself, warding off a chill. The hospital probably wouldn’t release her until she had a ride home, but she wasn’t going to leave until she could see Wyatt.

Devon returned and said quietly, “I found out that he’s here and staying at least overnight. That’s all I know.”

“It must be bad if they aren’t letting him go home.” Fresh tears filled her eyes.

“Not necessarily. Sometimes they keep people for observation.”

“Do you think they’d let me see him?” She swiped at her wet cheeks.

Devon frowned. “No. I asked. Not tonight.”

The walls of her chest deflated. She fumbled to open the bag that held her phone and purse.

“Please, let me help.” Devon slid the seal open for her.

“Thank you. I need to call my sister. I don’t think they’ll discharge me without a ride.”

He checked his watch. “It’s three o’clock. I’m headed home and have plenty of space in my house. Why don’t you stay with me, and I’ll bring you back first thing in the morning? I have an early meeting anyway.”

“That’s nice of you, but you’ve done enough already.”

“It’s so late. It would only be for a few hours to catch some rest and not worry your family. I promise, it’s just a friend trying to help out, nothing more.”

The room turned blurry for a second, and she blinked a couple of times. His offer made sense, but the awkward conversation with Devon about him “waiting for her” reared its head. “Thanks, but I should probably call my sister. I hate to drag her out of bed, though. She’s pregnant and lives an hour away.”

“I could take you to her house if you want.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “You’ve had a traumatic night and need to feel safe. I’m happy to help however I can.”

She rubbed the back of her neck. That was a generous offer. He had to be exhausted after the incident and spending hours at the police station. If he took her to Sarah’s it would mean a two-hour round-trip drive for him. Plus, Anne wanted to be back first thing in the morning, which wasn’t that long from now.

The throbbing in her head made it hard to think. What was she so worried about? Everyone at the hospital respected and held him in high esteem. Never mind that he’d risked his own life to save her and Wyatt.

Anne’s nurse came out holding some papers. He stopped in front of her. “Hello, Mr. Blackwood. Nice to see you.”

Devon nodded. “You, too.”

The nurse addressed Anne. “Your discharge instructions are ready. Do you have a ride?”

Anne bit her lip and gazed up at Devon.

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