Only Her (A K2 Team Novel)(84)

Although he still thought she deserved better than what he had to offer, he’d left Tom’s office believing that if he worked hard at it, he could dig himself out of the black hole he’d been existing in. And by working really hard, doing everything his doctor said, he could become a man who deserved the love of an amazing woman.

When he’d read the message that her house was on fire, and didn’t know if she was home or not, the thought of losing her made him feel like his chest had been cut open with a dull knife. Maybe he didn’t deserve her, but he sure as hell needed her. From the beginning, he’d known he’d find a way to screw things up with her, and now, he just had to figure out how to fix everything.

He glanced over at their animals. The cats were resting on a large towel, awake and in the process of getting a bath—Arthur from Pretty Girl, and Merlin from Sally. The dogs didn’t like the smell of smoke on their friends, and the cats didn’t seem to mind getting washed. Both appeared to still be dazed, though.

“Are they going to be okay?” He lifted his chin toward the cats.

“I think so. I ran complete blood profiles and urinalyses, and the results aren’t great, but they’re not life-threatening numbers either.” She bowed her head, as if in prayer. “I gave them both antibiotics to fight off any infection,” she said, glancing at him. “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m glad Pelli was taken. He never would have survived the fire as little as he is.”

Desperation and sadness dulled her eyes, and although he couldn’t promise her cats would be okay, he could hold her, something he thought she needed. He opened his arms. “Come here, darlin’.” For a few seconds, he thought she was going to refuse, then she came toward him.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she crawled onto his lap. “I don’t have a house, or clothes, or a car. The few photos I had of my parents are gone. Everything’s gone, gone, gone. Up in smoke. What if she . . . he, whatever, burns my clinic down? Then I really won’t have anything.”

She had him, but that was something he’d have to prove to her. “As we speak, Kincaid is arranging around-the-clock security for your clinic. That’s one thing you don’t have to worry about.”

“I don’t know how I would have gotten through this without you and your friends. I’ll pay all of you back somehow.”

“Hush. That’s a worry for another day. Jake said you came up with a name, Ziegler?”

She toyed with the hem of his T-shirt sleeve. “Yes. He owned the dog that was accidently cremated. I was going to drive by the Zieglers’ house this morning, but realized that was a stupid move. Jake drove us by there on the way to the air show, but there was nothing to see.”

“Don’t ever go off someplace on your own like that without me . . . or at least, someone. But preferably me.”

She leaned back and stared at him. “From the day my parents died, I’ve only been able to depend on myself. Then you came along and I thought . . .” She shook her head as she pushed off him. “It doesn’t matter what I thought. When you left this morning, the way you left, it hurt. When you needed me the most, you wouldn’t let me in. You walked away, Cody. How do I know you won’t do it again?”





CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO




Two days had passed, and she and Cody still hadn’t talked. Not that he hadn’t tried, but she’d put him off. So much crap was stuffed into her head that Riley thought it might explode. Worry about Pelli, no home, no car, meetings with her insurance company, an arson investigation . . . the list was endless, and there was just no room left for dealing with what was going on between her and Cody.

At least she had new clothes, having gone shopping with Cody trailing alongside her, his eyes constantly scanning the mall for a monster that burned down houses and stole kittens. It had been nerve racking, and she hadn’t bothered to try anything on, only wanting to get what she needed and return to the safety of Cody’s house.

The problem that she couldn’t get past—trusting him to not shut her out the next time he fell into his black hole. Each time she put him off when he tried to talk about their relationship, she was hurting him, could see it in his eyes. But she would be the first to admit she had trust issues.

Almost everyone in her life had let her down. Her parents by dying before she even had any memories of them, her grandmother for resenting her, an endless line of foster parents who didn’t give a shit about the kids they brought into their homes. And then there was Reed, the one person she’d thought would stand by her side forever. Instead, he’d chosen drugs over her.