soaked through,” he said. “I need new clothes and those are in my room at the hotel.”
Despite his protests, he let her lead him through the store and into the back apartment.
She ushered him next to the fireplace. “Dad has a pair of pants you can borrow while we dry those,” she said. “And I’m going to take a look at your arm. If it’s more than a graze, then you are going to the clinic after all. Do you hear me?”
Bryce said nothing. Concern crawled over her. She should force him to go see a doctor anyway.
Dad rose from the recliner. Samson sniffed Bryce and released a low groan.
“What happened?” Dad asked. “Don’t tell me you—”
“He took a tumble, that’s all,” she said and gave Dad a warning look.
“You don’t need to sugarcoat it,” Bryce said. “I fell through the ice.”
Dad’s eyes widened. “You—”
“Dad. Will you please get Bryce some clothes?”
Dad nodded. “All right. Can you follow me?”
“Sure,” Bryce said through gritted teeth.
Was he trying to hide the chattering?
Dad led him upstairs to his bedroom. Now that both men were out of sight, Sierra collapsed into a chair, pressed her face into her arms on the table.
“Oh, Lord,” she whispered. Raul was in town and closing in. He was after her.
Samson nudged her and whined. She weaved her fingers through his fur and held on tight. Held on for dear life. Would this ever end?
If and when it did, would she survive? Would the people around her get hurt—or even killed? Bryce shouldn’t be here putting himself in harm’s way for her. Somehow she needed to find the strength to push him away for his safety, and that of her heart.
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