Sweet Surrender

CHAPTER 38

Gray fought against the effects of the painkillers he’d taken. They’d dulled the pain, but he was drowsy as hell. He stood up, ignoring the renewed agony the movement caused. He paced the small confines of the office, about to go out of his mind with worry.

When Pop’s cell phone rang, they all jumped. Pop snatched it up and stuck it to his ear. Gray, Micah, Connor and Nathan all stopped and leaned forward in interest.

“Where?” he heard Pop ask. Then, “Thank God. We’ll be right there.”

Pop closed the phone and closed his eyes. His hands shook as he laid the phone down.

“They found her,” he reported. “They’re taking her to the hospital now.”

Gray exploded forward. “Hospital? Is she hurt? Where did they find her? Was Samuels taken in?”

Pop held up his hand. “Slow down, son. I know you’re worried. We all are. I don’t know much. That was dispatch. An on-duty cop found her down in the warehouse district. Apparently she was able to escape Samuels, and she was running. She’s hurt. I don’t know how bad. The dispatcher said the cop stayed with her until the ambulance arrived and that Faith supplied them information on Samuels’s whereabouts. That’s all I have.”

“Let’s go then,” Gray said in a strained voice. “I need to see her.”

Pop nodded. “I’ll drive you.”

Gray stood in the doorway of Faith’s room, unable to tear his gaze from her. She was asleep in the hospital bed, her face so fragile looking. Her forehead was creased, even in her sleep, and he worried about what nightmares she faced in her dreams.

A large bandage adorned her head, and she wore smaller ones on her hands and knees. Even her feet were bandaged.

A comforting hand clasped his shoulder, and he looked behind him to see Pop standing there.

“What did the doctor say?” Gray asked in a weary voice.

“Bastard hit her on the head with the butt of a pistol. She has a concussion. But otherwise she was unharmed. The cuts and scrapes she suffered were from her escape. Doc says he wants to watch her overnight, and if she does well, she can go home tomorrow.”

Gray closed his eyes as sweet relief poured over him. “Thank God,” he whispered.

“Son, you need to get some rest. You’re not doing anyone any good here. You can see her tomorrow.”

Gray shook his head. “I won’t leave her. I can’t.”

“You have two choices, son. You can get your ass home and get some rest on your own, or I’ll have those boys cart you out of here forcibly.” He gestured with his thumb over his shoulder to where Nathan, Connor and Micah stood in the hallway. “It’s up to you.”

Gray cursed long and hard under his breath.

“I doubt she’ll even wake up,” Pop said. “They gave her something for pain, and well, she’s never been able to handle it. Hell, once she went to the dentist and he prescribed a mild painkiller. She was out cold for twelve hours straight.”

Micah walked up to where Pop was standing. “Come on, Gray. I’ll drive you home. We’ll come back up in the morning so you can see her.”

Gray sighed in defeat. “Give me a minute.”

He turned and walked over to Faith’s bed and stared down at her for a long moment. He reached out his free hand and brushed his fingers softly over her cheek.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I love you.” He bent and pressed his lips to hers, inhaling her sweet scent. “I’ll be back tomorrow. I swear.”

Reluctantly, he turned and trudged toward the door where Micah waited. He looked at Pop and Connor, who had moved inside the doorway. “Is someone staying with her? I don’t want her to be alone.”

Pop nodded. “We’ll be here. You go get some rest. You’ll do her a whole lot more good when you can hold your head up.”

Gray looked him square in the eye. “I love your daughter. I want you to know that.”

Pop’s expression softened. “I know you do.”

Gray turned and slowly, painfully made his way down the hall. Micah caught up to him. “You can crash at my place tonight. You shouldn’t be alone with your injuries.”

Gray nodded, too tired to argue. “I wasn’t out there when the news came in. Did they catch Samuels?”

“Yeah, they got him,” Micah said grimly.

“I want to kill the son of a bitch.”

“Yeah, me too,” Micah said.

“What about her mother?” Gray asked. “Pop said something about her helping Faith escape.”

“Last I heard, they were questioning her. I don’t know if they’ve decided what her involvement has been yet or not.”

Gray nodded. “No matter what, it’s only going to upset Faith in the end.”

“Yeah, it sucks.”

They walked out of the emergency room exit and headed toward Micah’s truck. It was only a few hours until daylight, and he needed about twenty-four hours of sleep.

When he climbed into the cab, he leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes.

Micah got in and started the engine. He put it in reverse but didn’t back up. Gray looked over to see him staring at him.

“What?”

Micah paused. “What are you going to do, man? I mean about your job? Are you going to go back now that it’s all over?”

Gray tensed. Over. The man who had killed Alex, killed Mick and had hurt Faith was in custody. For all practical purposes, his time here was up. He had a while until his official leave was over. A month ago, he would have said he had no reason to stay. But now he had absolutely nothing left for him in Dallas.

“I can’t go back,” he said, the decision settling over him, the first thing that had made him feel good in two days.

Micah nodded. “I hoped you’d say that. Faith’s a good woman. You fit in well here. We could use you on a permanent basis.”

“I’m not so sure Pop will feel that way,” Gray said. “But whether I work for him or do something else, I can’t leave Faith.”

“I hear you. It’ll work out.”

Gray hoped so. He still had to face Faith. He was just thankful she was alive and well, and he had the opportunity to make her see how much he loved her.