Jenna huffed a breath. “That’s it. I’m hanging up now…”
“Wait!” Elle stopped her from ending the call. “Promise you’re really okay? After the accident, I mean?”
“Yeah, Elle. I’m fine.” Physically, anyway.
“Good. Now go have your non-romantic dinner with the gorgeous, cocky man in your hotel room. And…don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Ellena quickly added, “With my husband, I mean. Not Adrian.”
Jenna laughed. “Bye, sweetie.”
“Bye, Jen. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
For the next few minutes, Jenna sat on the closed toilet collecting her thoughts. Or trying to, at least.
Instead of focusing on Adrian, she put her energy into trying to remember what happened before the wreck. But the ketamine seemed to have permanently erased those several minutes from her memory forever.
Now all she had to go on was what Adrian had told her…and the detectives who had come by her hospital room earlier.
After Taylore had left—in a huge-ass hurry that still made Jenna want to smile—two Gulfside Harbor cops had shown up.
Apparently, Adrian knew some GHPD bigwig—because of course, the man had powerful friends. Why wouldn’t he? He’d used that connection to get the cops in charge of the case to hang around and get their statement once the drugs were out of her system.
When Adrian finally allowed the two detectives to enter her room, Jenna sat in her hospital bed, listening to every incredible word pouring off his tongue.
First, Adrian dropped Gabe’s name, which didn’t impress either detective. But then he mentioned R.I.S.C., and the men’s ears immediately perked up. Not that she could blame them. She’d witnessed first-hand how badass the black ops security company was.
Adrian told the two detectives that he’d come to Gulfside Harbor to protect her. That he’d watched over her from the shadows this past week. How he’d seen her dancing with some guy they suspected slipped the drugs into her drink, and how he’d left the bar when she did and followed her cab on a motorcycle.
Jenna had no idea where the bike even was at this point. Just that, according to Adrian, it had been ‘taken care of’.
The most shocking part wasn’t when he’d admitted to the cops that he’dshotthe man who’d murdered the cab driver in order to prevent her from being kidnapped. Adrian had already told her those details. What had thrown her off balance was thewayhe’d said it this time.
I knew if the bastard got her in that car I’d never see her again. So I shot him.
So confident. So unapologetic. So…alpha protector.
Jenna wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
Yes, you are. The guy turns you on with a wink and a smile. And if he hadn’t shot that man, who knows what would’ve happened to you.
The voice in her head was right…about that last part, anyway. Adrian had saved her from…God, she didn’t even want tothinkabout the horrors that awaited her had the man actually gotten her inside that car.
So, no. She shouldn’t be mad that he’d stayed. Or that he’d purposely shot someone. Especially since he’d done both in order to keep her safe.
She should be grateful. Grateful, appreciative, and all the other words that described the way a woman felt toward a man who’d saved her life.
But she should not—shouldnot—want to strip him naked and jump his bones every time she looked into his gray-blue eyes.
Except…I do.
A knock on the door made her jump.
“Jenna?” His deep, sexy as sin voice reverberated through the barrier. “You okay?”
“I’m fi—” Her voice cracked like a pubescent teenager’s. Clearing her throat, she tried again. “I’m fine.”
There was a slight pause and then, “I ordered some food. It should be here soon.”