Chapter 8
WHEN I CAME to, I hurt everywhere, and Rion was sitting on the floor cradling my head in his lap. “Hang on, babe,” he said. “I called 911 and help is on the way.”
“Wallet,” I said. “Dan Mahoney’s card. Call his cop friend. Use Dan’s name.”
“On it,” he said.
I felt his hand fumbling at my hip, and the world went dark again. When I finally came to once more, I was aware of Rion’s somewhat haggard face hovering over me. “You look like s**t,” I said.
“Yeah, but I can’t hold a candle to you.”
“Hospital?”
“ER at St. Vincent’s. They finished stitching you up a few minutes ago. I’m gonna let them know you’re awake in a minute. First, I have a confession to make.”
“Yeah?”
“When I said that I wasn’t ready to use the L word, I lied. I was ready then, and I’m ready now.”
“I guess t
