Only Mine (Honey Mountain #5)(61)

“Here you are, Wolf. Stop by on your way out. We’re old friends now.” She patted my shoulder and smiled before turning on her heels and heading back to the elevators.

I peeked into the room and saw Dylan in bed with her father, both of them sitting up with a laptop on her lap as she fist-pumped the sky. “Get up, Rocky!”

“He’s getting up. There he goes,” her dad said, his voice sounding sleepy.

I knocked on the door frame, and Dylan’s eyes shot up and locked with mine. She must have paused the movie because the sound stopped.

“Well, if it isn’t the big, bad Wolf,” she purred.

Was she ever not on her game?

She’d clearly had the scare of her life. It looked as though she’d slept in a chair since there was a blanket and pillow there, and she was still here watching movies, which meant she was going on little sleep.

Yet she was totally on.

No surprise.

No hesitation.

“Hey. How’s everyone doing?”

She closed her laptop. “Dad, this is Wolf. You met him the other night on FaceTime.”

“Ah, yes. The enemy has come to check on you. Interesting.”

Well, at least I knew where she got her smartass comebacks. Didn’t this dude just take a bad fall?

“Come in. What are you doing here? Did you miss me? I warned you this would happen.” She smirked.

“Please, don’t flatter yourself,” I said, moving into the room and dropping into the chair beside the bed. “I was in the neighborhood.”

“Clearly.” She chuckled. “We’re just watching Rocky.”

“I can see that. And you’re obviously still dressed for the part.”

She glanced down and sighed. “Yeah. It was a rough night. But he’s doing well now.”

“Wolf, you want to do me a solid?” her father asked.

“Of course. What do you need?”

“Take my girl home. She’s a little clingy when she thinks you got your bell rung. But she needs sleep and so do I.”

Dylan gasped and shot her father a look. “You’re such a traitor.”

“Dilly, I love you, sweetheart. But my ribs are broken and so is my arm, and I wouldn’t mind taking a pill and getting some sleep.”

“Why didn’t you say something?” she asked as she climbed off the bed and set the laptop on the table beside him.

“Because you made Niko go get my computer so we could watch Rocky, and after the second movie, I thought we’d call it a day, but you kept going.”

She smiled. “There he is. You must be feeling better.”

“I’m really feeling okay. A little sore, but nothing serious. Sleep would help, and I can’t sleep with you pacing the room and hovering over me.”

“Fine. I could use a shower and a good night’s sleep. But you’ll text me if you need anything? I’ll go home and charge my phone right away.”

“I’m going to sleep for a long time, so don’t worry if you don’t hear from me. Love you, Dilly.”

“Love you,” she whispered and leaned down to kiss his cheek.

“Wolf, you get my girl home, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“As if I can’t get myself home? Don’t offend me.” She shook her head at her father, grabbed her purse, and winked at me.

I followed her into the elevator, and she stood on the opposite wall, studying me.

“Is there something I could help you with?” I asked.

“Do you have a car? Because I came by ambulance.”

“I have a car.”

“Good.” The doors opened, and we walked through the lobby and out to the car.

She guided me to her place but was otherwise quiet.

When I pulled into the driveway on the side of the large house and put the car into park, she turned to face me. “This is Hawk and Ever’s house. I live in the guest house.”

“Okay…” I raised a brow, waiting for her to invite me in.

“Are you here for me?” she asked, tucking her long hair behind her ears.

“I am.”

The woman hadn’t slept at all and still managed to look fucking gorgeous. When she lowered her hand, I saw the gashes on her palm and wrapped my fingers around her wrist.

“What happened to your hand?”

She looked down as if she had forgotten about it. “I had Niko’s keys in my hand when my father was taken on the ambulance. I must have squeezed them on the ride over.”

I pushed my door open and came around to open hers. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

We were quiet on the short walk to the front door, and then she pulled out her keys and pushed inside. It was small but charming, with large glass windows overlooking the lake. I reached for her hand and led her to the door on the right, which I assumed was the bedroom. Seeing as this place was pretty tiny, there weren’t a lot of options. There was another door that was clearly the bathroom, and I led her straight through. Her eyes widened when I turned to face her, putting two hands on her hips and hoisting her up onto the bathroom counter. I knew the look on her face. The sadness. The fear. The worry. The shock. The adrenaline. Hell, I’d lived that life for a long time. I turned on the faucet and rinsed her hand. She didn’t flinch when I used the pad of my thumb to rub away the scabs that were forming so I could clean them. I turned off the water and found some peroxide under the cabinet, and she just raised a brow when I poured it over the palm of her hand. Little bubbles formed in each of the cuts. I let the back of her hand rest on her thigh while I moved toward the shower and turned on the water.