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Richie helped Rebecca to the bed in his guest room. She took off her jacket as he pulled back the covers, put a bunch of pillows on the bed, and then had her sit as he helped her remove her boots and jeans. She stretched out on the bed, and he covered her with blankets. “You doing okay?” he asked.
“I really don’t need to be fussed over.”
“From what Shay told me, you must have been out cold for a while. You need to take it easy. If I see signs that I don’t like, you’re going to the hospital whether you want to or not.”
She touched the side of her head. “I don’t know what that woman found in the kitchen to put in her tote bag, but it was heavy. I’ve got quite a lump.”
“An iron? Maybe a cast-iron fry pan? Who knows? Whatever, thank God you’ve got such a hard head. And that you weren’t
