“I don’t know.” With a glazed look, she cut into an apple. “I’m trying to figure that out.”
“What’s there to figure out? Why should you bail him out after that?”
She pressed her lips together in a look that was sweet and condescending at the same time. “It’s not that simple.” She was focusing on the apple again. When she’d finished slicing it, she picked up another. “I’ve got to think about my sister and the kids.” She looked at him again and her eyes were calmer, back to their clear green color that he was beginning to enjoy so much.
Patrick took a step closer as he studied her face. “He should, too, don’t you think?”
She looked away. “He should but he doesn’t.” She split the apple. “I’m just afraid that if he doesn’t pay them off, they’ll come after her, and since she doesn’t earn that much, she’ll have to come to me anyway. She’ll hate herself for coming to me, and she’ll hate him for putting her in that situation.”
“She should hate him,” Patrick stated as he traced her hairline with his eyes. When he reached her chin, Kelsey cried out in pain and the knife hit the counter. He looked down and saw that she was holding one hand in the other, and blood was starting to ooze between her fingers. “Are you okay?”
Remembering her queasiness on movie night, he put his arm around her waist to steady her. He looked at her hand again and saw more blood then grabbed a bunch of paper towels and replaced her hand with his and the towels. He led her to the couch as the color drained from her face. His heart began to pound in his chest.
“You look pale, lie back,” he softly commanded her before turning to the door. He opened it and pointed to the first person he saw. “I need a paramedic, now!” He closed the door, grabbed another paper towel to clean her uninjured hand, and quickly returned to her side.
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