chapter 16

As he zips up the two large packs, Ridge remarks, “This smaller bag is yours. My friend Amora donated some clothes and necessities for you. She’s probably a bit bigger than you, but they should work.”

I nod, wondering who Amora is. Is “friend” just a euphemism? Is Amora his girlfriend?

The idea that he might belong to someone else makes me crazy with an unreasonable sort of jealousy, and I bite back any desire to question him about her. I’m fragile enough without adding excess fuel to the fire.

Leaving the bags by the door, Ridge leaves the room one more time. When he comes back, he’s got a small bottle and a few white pieces of gauze in his hands. He approaches me with smooth, even steps, as if wanting to make sure he doesn’t scare me.He doesn’t though.

He’s broad and imposing, but for some reason I’m not afraid of him, even if his presence always seems to take up the whole room.

When he reaches me, he kneels on the hardwood floor in front of me, grimacing slightly as he takes in the