Hayden POV
My emotions are as scrambled as my broken furniture. I am impressed with Reeva and the way she fights, and worried that my brother will return to hurt her. I am flattered that she protected me, but I am afraid that I am making it a bigger deal than it is. She did what came naturally to her. She would have done the same for a stranger.
“Oh, I got you this,” I say, letting go of her hand and carefully walking over the debris-covered floor to the kitchen.
“I hope it’s okay,” I say, picking up a plastic bag and handing it to her.
Frowning, she accepts it, and her jaw drops when she looks inside.
“Where? How?” She asks, pulling out the clothing. “I mean, it’s great, but …”
“I asked a good friend of mine to get you some things,” I reply sheepishly, rubbing my neck. “I have only
