He stood slowly, his dark eyes gleaming as he looked down at her. She lifted her hand to touch him and realized it was bandaged and she had a tube inserted into her arm. She frowned. He caught her forearm and gently placed her hand back on the bed. He kept his hand there. The warm pressure of his touch comforted her.
“You’re going to be fine.” He sounded distant. Muffled. She shifted her head. He must have read the question in her eyes. “They have an IV in to keep you hydrated, since you were unconscious for quite a while and couldn’t take in any liquids. Your head took it the worst. You’ve got plenty of scrapes and bruises, but nothing that time won’t heal just fine. Their biggest concern is the head injury.”
“You’re . . .” She swallowed. Her throat was very dry. Dylan noticed her difficulty and reached for a pitcher on her side table. He poured her some water. He raised her head off the pillows and held up the cup to her lips. Alice swallowed, the cool liquid feeling like nirvana to her parched throat.
“You’re okay?” she finished asking a moment later when he’d laid her back on the pillows and set aside the cup.
He gave her a small smile. Her heart gave a little spasm at the sight. She’d missed him. She hadn’t seen him since he’d left town on Tuesday, but it was more than that. It was as if that ordeal on the bluff and in the pantry had taken up a year of time in her brain.
Last night had aged her.
“I’m completely fine,” he said, placing his hand on her forearm again. “A good deal better now that you’ve woken up,” he added.
“Thank you for coming,” she whispered feelingly.
His hand curled around her forearm, and then he immediately loosened it, as if he thought he’d break her. She could tell by his expression he’d understood she was thanking him for saving her life, not for coming to the hospital room.
“I’m just sorry I wasn’t there sooner.”
She glanced around the room, taking in her surroundings. “Do you remember everything that happened, Alice?” he asked cautiously. “The doctor is worried there might be some memory loss.”
She nodded. “I think I remember everything. I still don’t really understand it all, though.”
“We’ve been trying to figure out the chain of events. I know from Dave Epstein that Kehoe had sent that message to you through the kitchens, saying it was from me.” He grimaced, as if a pain had gone through him. “Alice, I think I was there in the house, when he first attacked you. Upstairs. I left for our meeting, but that must have been in some quiet interim before Kehoe took you to the bluff and Schaefer set off the alarm.”
“When he first hit me, I blacked out. I’m not sure for how long,” she admitted. “When I came to, he was dragging me through the yard, and it was dark. If he heard you coming, he might have waited in the house until you left.”
She regretted saying it when she saw the angry tilt of his mouth. The vision of him disabling Kehoe so utterly flew into her mind’s eye. A shadow crossed his bold features, and she wondered if he’d just recalled the same thing.
“Kehoe?” she rasped.
“He’ll live,” he replied, his expression conveying he wasn’t exactly pleased about that news. “He’s in stable condition.”
“Is he . . . is Kehoe here? In this hospital?” she wondered uneasily.
“No. The ambulance took him over to County General. That’s where the county jail inmates get medical care. They’re more used to police guards than Morgantown Memorial.”
She exhaled shakily, relieved at the idea that Kehoe wasn’t in the same facility as her. Dylan’s mouth went grim, and she realized he’d read her anxiety and subsequent relief at realizing Kehoe was at another hospital and under guard.
“He’s a horrible, sick man,” she muttered.
“He’s never going to bother you again, Alice. Never.”
She had so many questions to ask him, but exhaustion weighed on her. How had Kehoe gotten past the security and into the house? Was he talking to the police? Was he admitting his guilt? Was anyone else hurt?”
“Is Thad okay?” she managed weakly.
“Thad is banged up a bit, but he’s going to be fine. They’ll be discharging him this afternoon.” He held up his hand when she opened her mouth to ask another question. “I know you have questions, baby. So do I. But now’s not the time. I need to go and tell the nurse that you woke up. The doctor wanted to be called when you did so she could do an examination. I promised I would call the second you opened your eyes. So for now, know that you’re safe and will recover soon enough. Okay?”
She nodded, but grew uneasy when he started to walk away.
“I’ll be right back,” he growled softly before he leaned over the railing and brushed his mouth against her lips. Alice closed her eyes, savoring the contact of his skin against hers. Then he was gone.
She tried her mightiest to stay awake, but she would have sworn her eyelids weighed thirty pounds each.