Following Me(88)

“Oh! The nurses escorted him out?” Devon asked.

“Uh…the cops escorted him out.”

“Brennan! No cops!”

“I wasn’t letting him anywhere near you. It’s not like they arrested him…like they should have.” He bent down and kissed her lips. “I’m just glad you’re safe now. I don’t care if you press charges. I just care that you’re safe.”

“I’m glad I’m safe, too,” she said even though the injuries on her body told her that she didn’t feel that safe.

Brennan leaned his forehead against her hand as he sighed softly. His lips found her hand, then her palm, and then the inside of her wrist. “You know what I’m going to do when you’re feeling all better?”

“What?” she asked.

His lips traveled up to her elbow. “I’m going to kiss away every bruise and every scar and every headache. I’m going to kiss away every thought of heartache,” he whispered. His kisses were now reaching her shoulder.

“You…you are?” she asked through gulps. When the beeps on the machine picked up speed, she tried not to blush.

“Yep. I’m going to kiss every inch of your beautiful skin, so when you look at it, all you see is me.” He stopped his kisses and stared down into her eyes.

“All I see is you already,” she responded huskily, trying not to let her mind stray to all the things she wanted to do to his body.

“I’ll be a happy man every day that is true.”

He bent forward and kissed her lips. Devon reached her arms up and wrapped them around his neck, anchoring them together.

Someone cleared her throat, and Brennan pulled back from the kiss. Devon blushed and looked over to see Hadley and Garrett standing together in the doorway.

“Hope we’re not interrupting,” Hadley said, planting her hands on her hips.

“Course not,” Devon said. She looked back at Brennan. “I didn’t know you called them.”

Brennan shrugged. “I thought they’d want to know you were here.”

“Of course we wanted to know you were here.” Hadley tossed her oversized purse on the floor and rushed over to Devon’s side. “You came to visit me when I was here. I couldn’t imagine not visiting you.”

“It’s good to see you,” Devon said with a smile.

“Do you guys mind giving us a minute?” Hadley asked, shooing them out of the room.

Brennan kissed Devon’s forehead once more. “Want anything from the cafeteria?”

She smiled. Always thoughtful. “Jell-O.”

He chuckled. “You’re in the right place for that.”

Hadley waited for Brennan to walk out of the room and close the door. “Oh my God, I can’t believe what happened to you. How are you feeling? I’m so sorry I’ve been so completely self-absorbed. I had no idea any of this was going on. Don’t kill Garrett or anything, but he told me what happened with you and Reid.”

“He did?” Devon asked, her stomach twisting at someone else telling her story.

“Yeah, but don’t hate him. He was worried about you, and he stayed up all night. When I woke up, he told me about it, and I was completely flipping out. I tried calling you, but you didn’t answer. He said you weren’t with Brennan, so I didn’t even try him. I probably should have.”

“I was, uh…worried that Reid might come after me at Brennan’s, so I didn’t want anyone to know where I was. Sorry, bad move on my part.”

“No apologies,” Hadley said, brushing off her apology. “I can’t blame you for anything. Look at you.”

“Ha! Yeah,” Devon said with fake enthusiasm.

“Garrett also told me about what happened between you two,” Hadley said softly. “He wanted to clear the slate. He said you were pissed at him and wouldn’t forgive him. I don’t blame you for that either, Dev. I’m sorry he did that though. The, uh…drugs really messed me up.”

“What happened to you, Hadley?” Devon asked, wondering if Hadley would finally open up to her. “I never thought you would be someone to get caught up in drugs.”

Hadley sighed heavily and tugged at her ponytail. “It started casually with some friends. It wasn’t a big deal, but then, I was sneaking around everywhere and…it became a bigger deal than I ever let on. Then, the stuff with Garrett not knowing and his parents on top of all the pressure at work…it just spiraled out of control.” Hadley took a deep breath before continuing. “But I’m going to get better, Dev. That night with Garrett…I was paranoid, thinking he was cheating. I was angry all the time. When we got into our fight on the Fourth of July, I’d snorted some coke before the event. I was always too nervous around his parents. I shouldn’t have gone off on him or his dad. I think my behavior pushed him over the edge.”

“It doesn’t matter, Hadley,” Devon said, reaching out for her.

Devon hated that her best friend felt responsible at all for what had happened. Hadley had been selfish, but cocaine was addictive for a reason. It was hard to kick. Devon was just glad to see Hadley recovering.

“It does. My therapist said that I should try to right the wrongs in my life. I’m really sorry for not being there when you needed me…when you came to me for help. Even if you didn’t ask for help, I should have known. And I’m sorry for Garrett’s behavior. He and I have a lot to talk about and work out, but I really want to try with him, Dev.”