Fast Track to a Honeybun

CHAPTER TWO-2

GODRIC STRAIGHTENED away from the bed and looked at his brother. “She’s coming out of the shock. Her temperature’s normalized and her pupils look good. I’m concerned about that knot on her head though...and the bruise on her cheek.”

“I know how she got the bruise, bro, but the knot on her head must have something to do with the fact that she was covered in blood.”

Godric frowned. His handsome face was peppered with reddish-blond stubble and his deep-set gray eyes were filled with concern. “You really need to call the police, Wicke. She might have been involved in a crime. They need to know.”

Warwicke shook his head. “Not yet, Godric. I need to talk to her first, find out what happened. Then I’ll make a decision about the police.”

Godric shook his head, pushing a hand through his longish red hair and making the curls at the sides and back stick out comically. “I wish you hadn’t showered off all the blood. If it turns out she was involved in something bad the cops will need samples of the blood.”

Warwicke jerked his head toward his bathroom. “Her clothes are in my shower, take them with you. If we end up needing DNA evidence I’m sure they’ll be able to get some from them. She was nearly saturated with it. I couldn’t possibly have gotten it all.”

Godric nodded and clapped his brother on the shoulder before going to gather up the clothes. He came out a moment later with her sneakers. “These have blood caught in the seams.”

Warwicke nodded and followed his brother to the door so he could lock up.

After Godric left, Warwicke stood looking down at the sleeping woman. The soft, caramel tone had returned to her skin and she appeared to be breathing better. Only the occasional ripple moved through her body, looking more like shudders than shivers.

What could she have gotten into after he left her at the track? Did it have something to do with Casio Lautaro or had she managed to find some other trouble on her way home?

Warwicke sighed. As badly as he wanted them, he wasn’t going to get any answers from her until morning. He looked down at himself.

He was a mess. The silk boxers he’d been wearing in bed were stained and damp, and his chest was streaked with blood. He took a hot shower and donned clean boxers before climbing into bed beside Fabiana.

She moaned softly when he slid under the covers beside her.

Warwicke gasped as she rolled over and wrapped herself around him, thinking she’d woken up and was interested in something other than talking about racing.

Hope soared briefly as his body took notice of the soft skin and gentle curves of the very feminine body pressed against his.

But Fabiana just sighed contentedly and settled back into sleep.

Warwicke groaned and buried his face in her sweet smelling hair, trying to ignore the urges of his body.

It was gonna be a long night.

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