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I swept her into my arms and lifted her off her feet. Her head flopped onto my shoulder.

“She’s been drugged.” Anger spurted in my gut.

“There was a woman… She gave me a cocktail.” She licked her lips. “Said it was from Mila.”

Colt jerked his head toward Auclair’s man. “He must’ve had an accomplice or paid someone to give her the drink.”

Beau shook the man. “What the fuck did you give her, asshole?”

The man’s mouth firmed. “GHB. But I didn’t give her much.”

I glared at him, wanting to punch him again.

Kav took the man’s other arm. Beau nodded at me. “Go take care of your girl. We’ll get this trash out of here.”

I’d deal with Auclair’s man later. Right now, Beau was right. Frankie was my top priority. “I’m taking her to my place. Colt, call Dr. Hamilton.”

My brother nodded.

Dante and Mila appeared. Dante looked like a storm cloud, and concern was etched on Mila’s face.

“Is she okay?” Mila asked.

“She will be.”

Dante opened the back door of the bar. “Mila, stay inside. I’ll be back.”

She squeezed his arm. “Take care of her, Reath.”

My brother escorted us across the parking lot to my warehouse. Just as we reached the front door, Dante’s cellphone beeped. Blue light illuminated his face as he checked the message. “Colt said the doc isn’t far away. She won’t be long.”

“Thanks, Dante.”

He opened the door for me and scowled. “I’m just sorry this happened. Especially at my place. She’s been through enough.”

“She’s going to be all right.” With a nod, I headed inside. I carried her upstairs and straight to my bedroom.

“Reath…” She pressed a hand to my cheek and smiled. “God, you’re so handsome.”

I laid her on the bed and stroked her hair back from her face. “He gave you a drug. The doctor’s going to check you out.”

Frankie pulled a face.

“I promise that Doc Hamilton is nice.”

“No doctor is nice. They poke and prod.” Frankie snuggled into the pillow. “Mmm, this smells like you. I like your bed, Reath.”

And I liked her in it. My gut tightened. A lot.

Her dark lashes fluttered open. “I like you, too. But I can’t tell you because it’s just sex.” She put a finger to her lip and made a “shh” sound.

“Hell, Frankie.” I cupped her cheeks. I was damn glad to see some color back in them.

Then, her eyelids closed, and she fell asleep.

I sat watching her, and listening to her delicate, little snores. I didn’t dare leave her in case the drug affected her breathing.

There was a knock at the bedroom door.