She was about to tell him she could walk but he scooped her up without asking and carried her into what was obviously a hotel.
Bright lights dazzled and she screwed up her eyes against the light, thinking not for the first time that Alec Hunter had a touch of caveman about him.
She was treated to a close-up view of the stubble that shadowed his jaw.
He smelled dizzyingly good, a mixture of lemons, winter forest and delicious man.
He didn’t pause at the reception, spoke to no one, simply strode through a
marble-clad lobby and into the elevator with the same cool authority he seemed to show in everything he did.
“I can’t believe they didn’t challenge you,” she muttered. “You could have drugged me, or kidnapped me for your pleasure.”
“They probably took one look at you and knew that no man in his right mind would take you on.” He paused outside a door, shifted his hold on her so that he could slide the card into the lock and carried her into the room.
“You’re so wrong about me.” Her stomach was rolling ominously. “I’m adorable when you get to know me.”
“I won’t be getting to know you.”
“Your loss.”
With an exasperated sound, he lowered her carefully to the bed and adjusted the dressing on her head. “It’s bleeding again. Remind me why I didn’t take you to the hospital?”
“Because I asked you not to and you listened.” It felt as if thunder and lightening were exploding in her head. “Do you have any painkillers?”
He disappeared into the bathroom and returned a few moments later holding some tablets. “Paracetamol.” Instead of giving them to her, he put them down next to the bed. “Look over my shoulder.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and switched on the flashlight function. He flashed the light over her eyes, checking her pupils. “How many of me are there?”
“One. But that’s more than enough so don’t go cloning yourself anytime soon.”
He didn’t smile. “Were you knocked out? Did you lose consciousness?”
“I don’t think so.” She winced as he took a photograph. “Are you going to post that to Instagram?”
“I’m not posting it anywhere. I’m keeping it in case we need it as evidence.”
“Evidence for what? That I look stunning with a black eye?”
“Evidence against your boyfriend.” His tone was hard. “Can you remember everything that happened?”
Her stomach roiled.
She thought about Richard. About the things he’d said and the expression on his face when he’d said them. “Yes, unfortunately. I’d give a lot for amnesia right now.”
She felt humiliated and irritatingly fragile.
The truth was she’d been completed deluded.
For once her creative brain had worked against her.
Alec hesitated. “Do you want to talk about it?”
He was obviously hoping she’d say no and she was touched that he’d even asked.
“No.” She decided to give him a break on that one. “I want to clean up and shut my eyes for a while. I’m sorry to have troubled you.”
“It’s no trouble.”
“Liar.”