It took all his control to sit beside Krissi and hold her hand while Chris checked her out. When Chris finally moved away and snapped his gloves off, Ruger was ready to smash him in the face for hurting Krissi. In his head, Ruger knew that he had to hurt her to help her, but emotionally, it didn’t work that way.
“Can she shower now?”
“Doesn’t she want to hear what I’ve found?” Chris frowned and looked back and forth from Krissi to Ruger. She squeezed his hand and shook her head, her eyes still closed. She sighed then tried to sit up.
“You can tell me after I get her into the shower.” Ruger eased Krissi into a seated position then to her feet. After walking her into the attached bathroom, he showed her where the towels and everything else were kept. “If you need me, shout. I’ll be in the
