Page 47 of Her Sensual Protector
He looked over at Malek’s nephew, then grabbed her clenched hand and pulled it open. He brought her palm to his mouth and kissed it. She closed her eyes.
Please, please, please God, let him call me. He sees me.
“Go, Leo.”
He slid out of the car as silently as he had come into it. She blinked back tears. Then she got out on her side, her purse over her arm. Ready for battle.
* * *
She hadn’t seen Ethan Squires for five years, and he didn’t look like the man she remembered. He’d aged twenty years, and it wasn’t just the bruises. It was the wrinkles and the gray hair she hadn’t noticed in the video.
“Dad? Can you hear me?”
“We sedated him two hours ago. He was getting pretty agitated.”
“When will he wake up?” Daisy asked the doctor.
“Probably in another three hours.”
“I suppose that’s when the welcome party is due back to question him some more?” she deduced.
“Actually I told them that he would sleep through the night,” the doctor told her with a twinkle in his eye.
What a wonderful man. For the first time since entering the hospital room, Daisy smiled.
“Can I sit with him until he wakes up?”
“When was the last time you’ve eaten? We serve a mean grilled cheese sandwich.”
“Tomato soup?” Daisy asked.
“Of course.”
Daisy sank down in the plastic chair and gave the doctor a wan smile. “Who do I have to kill?”
“I think we can save you from a murder charge. I’ll have it sent over. Your dad’s going to be okay. We’re more worried about Dick Summers.”
Daisy frowned. Where had she heard that name before? Then she realized that was the reporter who had been kidnapped months before. “He was rescued too? That’s wonderful,” she grinned. Then she looked at the doctor. “Wait a minute, are you saying he might not make it?”
“Yes, he’s going to make it. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said what I did. But yes, he should make it. I’m really tired. It’s been a long night.”
“Perhaps you need a grilled cheese before heading to bed,” Daisy suggested.
“Perhaps you’re right,” the doctor agreed. “Anyway, you stay here with your father. He’s going to be fine. He’ll be glad you’re here.”
“I hope so,” Daisy said with a frown.
“I know so.”
* * *
Daisy was in the midst of answering her e-mails on her phone when she heard her dad’s breathing change. She looked up and saw him watching her.
“Daisy?”
She got up and stood over his bed.
“Yeah, it’s me, Dad.” She grabbed his hand and he hung on tightly.
