Shane's Fall (The Escort Series Book 2) by Sloane Kennedy Read Free Book Online Page B

up, and then placed it over the cuts. “Hold that there,” he ordered gently as he took hold of her elbow on the non-injured arm and pulled her out of the bathroom.
    Dom and Sylvie were standing just outside the door, the big man’s arm curled protectively around his wife’s thin frame. They straightened when they saw him and Savannah. Shane was glad to see Dom had gotten rid of the knife.
    “You okay darling?” Dom asked, his eyes searching out Savannah’s.
    She nodded, but Shane knew she was too overwhelmed and raw to respond.
    “Thank you. Thank you both,” Shane said, nodding to Dom and then his wife.
    “You take care sweetie,” Sylvie said as she placed a gentle pat on Savannah’s shoulder. She handed Savannah what Shane assumed was Savannah’s purse, which she had probably forgotten about in the melee.
    “Call me if you need anything,” Dom said as he handed Shane a business card. Shane glanced at it long enough to see the name Dominic Barretti in bold print . When he looked up at Dom, the man smiled and said, “Told you I knew the owner.”
    Shane chuckled and starting easing Savannah towards the front door. “I’ll be back later to pick up her car.” Dom nodded and walked them out the door. He was glad to see his car still sitting parked where he’d left it.
    The ride home was silent. Savannah seemed completely drained of energy and Shane was on edge. He had to be careful how he handled the rest of this evening – he had a plan, but if he fucked it up, he would end up hurting her even more. As he pulled into the driveway of the small house she and Logan had grown up in, Shane asked, “Is Logan home?”
    “He’s working.”
    Shane glanced at his watch and saw that it would be hours before Logan got home. He got out of the car, helped Savannah out and then led her to the side door. She was still in a daze so he took her purse and dug out her keys. The door led into the small, but clean kitchen that he, Logan and Gabe had spent many nights in just hanging out or playing cards. He’d never met Logan and Savannah’s parents, but from the outdated look and feel of the house, he figured they hadn’t changed much since their parents were taken from them in a car wreck. He suspected it had more to do with lack of money than sentiment, but he couldn’t be sure. He paused to search the fridge for a can of soda. “Do you have any first aid stuff?” he asked. She flinched but nodded.
    “In my bathroom.” Of course, he realized stupidly. His chest constricted as he realized this wasn’t the first time for her and she would have had to take care of the damage she had inflicted upon herself. She followed him silently through the dark living room and then up the stairs to where her bedroom was. Her door was open and he pulled her in and had her sit on the bed. A long, white haired cat jumped on the bed and immediately crawled into her lap. Savannah automatically started stroking the animal.
    “How are you Pickles?” Shane said as he gave the cat a quick pet and then reached passed Savannah to turn on the light next to the bed.
    “Mr.,” she corrected.
    “Savannah, I’m having a hard enough time calling the cat ‘Pickles’ – don’t ask me to stick a ‘Mr.’ in front of it.” She smiled briefly and for the first time that night, he felt a shard of hope that maybe he could fix this.
    “It’s not his fault. Logan was the one who said he was a girl when he gave him to me. By the time the vet told us he was a he, it was too late to change his name.” Shane chuckled and opened the can of soda and put it in her hands.
    “Drink that,” he ordered and then went into the bathroom. He rummaged around in the vanity drawers and then went to the cabinet next to the sink. He pulled it open and froze when he saw an assortment of bandages, ointments, gauze pads and band aids. Right next to the medical supplies was a fresh pack of razors. Nausea swept through him and he held on to the cabinet door so