Okay, so maybefinewas a bit of a stretch. When the gun had gone off, the blow from the bullet striking her had knocked her off balance.
She’d hit her head on the edge of her dresser, which was positioned in the middle of the closet, so in addition to a gunshot wound, she also had a mild concussion.
Refusing to leave her side, Jason had hovered over her from the time she’d regained consciousness until Olivia threatened to kick him out of the room if he didn’t give her space to work.
The man had growled at Liv—literallygrowled—but then did as he was told and moved to the corner of the room.
He’d stood there the entire time Sophie’s arm was being cleaned and stitched, and also during the battery of tests he’d demanded she receive.
With his strong arms crossed in front of him, Jason looked like an angry bear as he stared back at her.
“Don’t do that.” Jason got into her space. With his hands on his hips, he stared down at her with more emotion than she’d ever seen.
“What?”
“Don’t sit there and act like someone didn’t just try to fuckingkillyou tonight.”
“That’s just it,” she spoke softly. “I’m not so sure they did.”
Olivia frowned. “What do you mean?”
Sophie started to explain when there was a knock on the door. Like the overprotective man he was, Jason went to the door to see who it was.
Stepping aside, he allowed Eric and Riley West to enter the room.
The two Special Crimes detectives had arrived at her house just as she was being loaded into the back of the ambulance. At Jason’s request, the husband-and-wife duo had immediately taken over the scene, promising to come to the hospital for her statement later.
Guess it’s later.
Eric was the twin brother to Derek, R.I.S.C.’s Alpha Team technology guru. Sophie had met the detective on several occasions, as well as his new wife.
They were both nice, and from what she’d learned over the past couple of years, they were also two of the city’s best detectives.
“Hey, Olivia.” Riley gave the other woman a smile before turning her attention onto Sophie. “Dr. Ruiz. I’m glad to see you’re okay.”
“Thanks.” Sophie gave her a small smile. “And I’m here as a patient, so please...call me Sophie.”
From his spot beside her, Jason grumbled, “She’s not fucking okay, Riley. She’s been shot and has a concussion.”
“Amildconcussion,” Sophie emphasized, lifting her wounded arm. “And it was just a graze.”
With a low grunt, Jason crossed his arms at his chest again, the sleeves of his white button-up tightening over his defined biceps.
Damn, he has nice arms.
Giving herself a mental slap on the head, Sophie refocused on the situation at hand.
Eyeing Jason carefully, Eric slid his attention back to her. “We found two bullet holes in your closet. One on the west wall, and another in your dresser. Sounds like you were damn lucky.
Another low grunt escaped Jason’s throat, but he didn’t say more.
After sharing a look with her husband, Riley said, “Why don’t you walk us through what happened tonight, Sophie.”
Ignoring the throbbing in her arm and incessant headache that didn’t seem to want to quit, Sophie did her best to relay what had happened inside her home two hours earlier.
“Jason and I went to dinner, and—”
“Wait, what?” Olivia’s hazel eyes grew wide. “You two went out to dinner? As in...together?”