Chapter Twenty
Derek
There were blood stains on my knuckles. I stared down at them with a hint of smugness despite the holding bars around me. It’d been too easy to overcome that prick. He couldn’t even throw a decent punch that landed right. It had been sheer will power to pull back in time for the patrol units to arrive at Jenna’s house. By the time they arrived, Leon was a bloody mess, crying on the floor, and I had Jenna cradled in my arms.
“Summers.”
I looked up to see Marcus waving me to him on the other side. The buzz of the holding doors echoed, and I gladly stood from the metal bench. They’d had no other choice but to arrest me in the process. I didn’t have a scratch on me. Leon had a crushed nose and sinus cavity. I could still hear him howling in the ambulance about pressing charges.
“Thanks for bailing me out,” I said. “I owe you.”
“I didn’t bail you out,” Marcus said, opening the doors. “A woman named Anna Collins is waiting for you outside the police station.”
I arched my eyebrows in surprise. “You’re shitting me. She bailed me out?”
“What did you expect?” Marcus asked wryly. “You arrived in time to save her daughter after she called you. I think any parent would bail someone out if they rescued their child.”
“I saved Jenna because—” I love her.
Marcus looked at me knowingly. “You don’t have to say it to me,” he said, and he chuckled when I gave him a pained look. “You aren’t in love with me. I don’t want to hear you say that to me. Say it to her.”
“How is she doing?” I asked as we walked down the hallway. “The last update I got, she was coming out of being unconscious.”
“She’s coherent and awake,” Marcus said. “She gave one of our officers a full statement about what happened, clearing you of any wrongdoing.”
I didn’t even care about the assault charges Leon had filed. That was the only reason I had ended up in a holding cell until Jenna came to give her statement. All I’d done for the past two hours was pace and bother the booking officers for information.
We stopped briefly for me to gather my things from the booking station. I shoved my wallet, keys, and phone back into my pocket.
“What are they charging Leon with?” I asked coldly. “Tell me it’s something he’ll be behind bars for a long time for.”
“Attempted murder,” Marcus replied, following me out into the lobby. I let out a relieved sigh at that.
An orange glow filled the sky, the evening quickly approaching. I had to call Martha’s house to check on Owen. She had promised through all the chaos earlier that morning to take care of him, but I knew he was upset. He knew something was wrong.
“That’ll keep him away for a while,” I said.
“Unfortunately it had to get to this point for something to be done,” Marcus said sadly. “There is only so much we can do to protect women like Jenna.” He clapped my shoulder. “I’m glad you were there to help her. She’s got a good man watching her back.”
“Thanks, boss.”
I spotted Anna’s trim figure on the bottom steps of the police station. She paced impatiently while she waited for me.
“I have to call Owen before I go the hospital,” I said.
Marcus gave me a warning glance. “Leon is at the hospital with a few officers watching his every move. Don’t think about going up to his room, Summers. I can’t help you if you do.”
“I won’t.” Even if is tempting to finish the prick off.
Anna looked up at me when I started down the stone steps in her direction. Her face was drawn tightly into a pinched expression.
“I owe you,” I said. “I’m sure the bail money was costly.”
“A small price compared to my daughter’s life,” Anna replied, waving her hand airily. “To be exact, though, it was five thousand dollars for crushing Leon’s face in.”
I shrugged my shoulders. “A small price for Jenna’s life.”
Anna’s lips curved into a ghost of a smile. “Thank you,” she said then sincerely. Tears filled her eyes. “I can’t thank you enough for protecting her.”
“You’re welcome,” I said. “She’s going to be fine. Leon will be behind bars for a while.”
Anna sniffed back tears. “He can’t be bailed out?”
“The judge denied it,” I said, pulling out my phone to call Martha’s house. “He’s considered a flight risk and a danger to Jenna. His family won’t be able to bail him out.”
“Thank God for that judge then.” She jingled Jenna’s car keys in front of me. “I’d drive to the hospital myself, but you’d be scared to death.”
I took ahold of Jenna’s keys. “I have to call my son first,” I said, and Anna nodded in understanding. She sat in the passenger seat of Jenna’s car while I dialed Martha’s house number.
“Thank God,” Martha said after I spent ten minutes telling her everything. “At least she can be at peace now knowing he won’t be able to get out of this one so easily.”
“Not this time.”
“It’s sad it has to get to that point for someone to feel peace.” Martha sighed into the phone. “I’ve never felt so relived and torn as the day my ex was killed by a drunk driver of all things. Here’s Owen.”
“Dad,” Owen said, his voice quivering on the other end. My heart ached hearing that. “Is everything okay? You didn’t get hurt at work, did you?”
“No. I promise I’m fine,” I said, trying to reassure him. “I will come get you tonight, okay, buddy? Make sure you do your homework too.”
“I will,” Owen said, but I had my doubts. He hated doing homework. “Is Jenna okay too? Martha said she went to the hospital.”
“She’ll be fine too. Maybe she’ll come over tonight. Would that be okay with you?”
Owen was silent for a long time on the other end. I could hear Julie chatting happily in the background with Martha.
“She isn’t Mommy,” he said quietly.
I rubbed a hand through my hair in frustration. This wasn’t the time to talk about what had happened between Sidney and me, but I had to tell him. I’d put it off for too long, and Jenna was safe in her hospital room.
“No one will ever replace your mother,” I said. “Your mom and I don’t ever want you to feel that we are trying to replace each other.”
“I don’t understand what happened though.”
“You don’t need to understand it now, Owen. All you need to know is that your mother and I love you despite everything. Okay, bud? Jenna isn’t going to replace your mom. I can promise you that.”
“I like Jenna,” Owen said slowly. “Get her flowers, Dad. All girls like flowers.”
I chuckled at the advice. “I will, Son. I will be over to pick you up soon.”
“Everything all right?” Anna asked when I got behind the steering wheel of Jenna’s car. She closed the passenger door when I started the engine.
“Yes,” I said. I turned to look at Anna. “I know why you don’t want me around your daughter, but—”
Anna held up a hand, interrupting me. “My opinions of you were wrong. I apologize for judging you so harshly. You saved my daughter’s life. That’s something I don’t overlook. Just promise me one thing.”
I backed out of the parking spot. “Anything.”
“Just make sure she goes back to college,” she said, sighing. “She’s smart. She can do it even if she doesn’t think she can.”
I met Anna’s gaze briefly before pulling out onto the interstate to get to the hospital quicker.
“I promise,” I said. “I will make sure she goes.”
We pulled up to the hospital twenty minutes later. Anna led me up to the fourth floor of the hospital where Jenna’s room was located. I nodded at one of the officers seated outside her room before stepping inside. I turned to look at Anna, but she waved for me to go in without her.
To my relief, Jenna was sitting up cross-legged with her long strands of her hair pulled up in a messy bun. Her eyes were riveted up at the television mounted on the wall. She looked over at the sound of me drawing the curtains back to give us more privacy from the hospital staff.
My eyes went straight to the dark marks around her neck. My blood boiled at the sight of them, but I forced myself to look away. I’d done enough damage to him to get my point across, but not enough to get rid of all my anger.
She looked beautiful though. Nothing could ever take that away.
“Hey,” she said, her voice a bit raspy. “I didn’t expect you to be here so soon.”
I sat down next to her on the hospital bed. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, I savored the feeling of Jenna leaning up against me with a steady exhale of breath. Her skin felt warm and soft through the hospital gown she wore.
“Your mother bailed me out,” I said, pressing a kiss against her hair, which still smelled fresh from her shampoo. “I owe her about five thousand dollars though.”
“Five thousand?” Jenna pulled back to look up at me in alarm. “Why was it so high?”
“I crushed his face,” I said calmly. “That’s why.”
Jenna shook her head in dismay. “I still don’t understand why they arrested you. You saved me.”
“They didn’t know what to think when they pulled up,” I replied, shrugging. “The charges will be dropped given your statement, so don’t worry about it. They were doing their job.”
“And Leon?” Jenna asked hesitantly. “Where is he?”
“Jail,” I said, and I didn’t feel an ounce of guilt for the lie when Jenna sagged against me in relief. “He won’t be able to bail out either. The judge denied bond for him.”
“I bet that made his family happy,” she said, snorting. “The doctors said I can go home in an hour.”
I picked up her hand that rested between us. Pressing a kiss to the back of her knuckles, I rubbed them with the pad of my thumb.
“I talked to Owen,” I said.
“About us?” Jenna asked.
“Yes, about us,” I said, twining my fingers through hers. “He understands that you aren’t going to replace his mother. I’ll explain the rest later when he’s old enough to understand it.”
Jenna was quiet for a long time as we both watched the television for a few moments, leaning up against one another. She eventually looked down at our twined hands. Taking a deep breath, Jenna looked back up at me. “I wanted to move away earlier today because I was afraid of how I felt about you.”
The soft confession didn’t surprise me. I had felt that same overwhelming urge several times to put distance between us before either one of us could get hurt.
“I don’t think either one of us expected this to happen,” I said.
“No,” she murmured in agreement. “I didn’t expect it at all. What do we do?”
“For starters,” I said, smoothing a few stray hairs back from Jenna’s slender face, “we can talk about you permanently staying at my house.” I caught her wide-eyed stare and added, “If you are comfortable with that. I won’t force you into anything.”
“I want to,” Jenna said. “I’m just amazed that you are offering to let me to stay there with you, as you’re…”
She trailed off uncertainly, looking at me for help.
“I’m not one for titles,” I said. “Dating isn’t even something I want to consider. You’re with me, and I’m with you. Is that a good enough explanation for you?”
Jenna smiled brightly at me before her face crumpled in pain. I rubbed her shoulders soothingly as she regained her composure.
“I was going to kiss you,” she said. “I can’t smile without hurting.”
I grinned at her. “You have plenty of time to kiss me all you want starting when we leave this hospital room.”
Jenna sighed loudly.
“My mother is going to be exasperated when I tell her that I’m selling the house after all,” she said.
“We’ll deal with it together,” I said. “You won’t have far to move this time.”
She pressed a soft kiss to the center of my cheek. “Thank God for that.”