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didn’t know if she really
believed them.   She turned to Easton
now, seeing that he was still quite injured.   He slumped over in his seat, his head
hanging.   “Are you okay?” Kennedy
whispered.
    Easton grabbed her hand tightly and
squeezed, nodding ever so slightly.   “I’ll be fine,” he said, then groaned as the
car ran over a pothole, jarring him.
    Kennedy gave him a closer look.   “You should go to the hospital.”
    “No hospitals,” Easton muttered, shaking
his head.   “Just bring me home.”
    As they continued driving, and the shock
started to wear off, Kennedy found herself needing to stare at Easton to
convince herself that he was, in fact, next to her in this car.
    Easton had somehow survived the madness,
the kidnapping, whatever had been done to him by Jimmy DeLuca and the mob.  
    She’d been sure that she was going to
lose him, absolutely certain that the worst had occurred.   But he’d come back to her, even if he’d
come back wounded and half conscious.
    She held onto his hand for as long as he
allowed it.
    Nicole and Red were mostly silent up
front, although occasionally they made some small talk with one another.
    Kennedy wondered what they were
thinking.   In the end, they’d both
risked their lives for her and Easton, and she’d never be able to repay them
for the trouble she’d caused.
    It was a terrible burden, knowing that
the very people she’d wanted to impress and grow closer to, had instead been harmed by her presence in their lives.
    If
I was Nicole, I wouldn’t want to see me ever again.
I’ve been nothing but trouble since I got to this city, and I’ve hurt her and
Red over and over.   None of it’s
been intentional, but does it even matter at this point?
    Finally, they slowed down and stopped in
front of Easton’s townhouse.
    “I guess this is our stop,” Easton said,
his voice raspy.
    Red glanced at him in the rearview
mirror.   “He might have a
concussion, Kennedy.   Wake him up
every few hours tonight, and if he begins vomiting or having a bad headache,
call us immediately.   No matter what
time, okay?”
    “I couldn’t bother you again,” Kennedy
said.
    Nicole turned around and looked at
her.   “You need to communicate with
us from now on,” she said, her eyes open and honest.   “We’re family, Kennedy.   Don’t push us away.”
    “But after all of this insanity,” Kennedy
said, “I feel like I’ve done nothing but drag you down.”
    “Nonsense,” Nicole told her.   “This hasn’t been your fault.   It’s just bad luck and bad timing.   Call us if there’s any problem—otherwise
I’ll check in with you.”
    “Okay,” Kennedy smiled, relieved.   “And you don’t think the police will be
involved with everything that happened today?”
    Red shook his head.   “Kane will make sure of it.   No police.”
    Easton opened his door and started to get
out.   “Thanks for everything,” he
told them.   “If my brains weren’t so
scrambled right now, I’d be more eloquent.”
    “Just take care of yourself.   I’ll be in touch,” Red replied.
    Kennedy thanked them both one last time
as she got out of the car and went around to help Easton walk to the house.   He leaned his weight against her, and
she stumbled, nearly falling over.
    “If we both hit the deck, I don’t think
I’ll be getting up anytime soon,” Easton said.
    “I just didn’t expect you to be so
heavy,” Kennedy told him, laughing a little.
    “You’re crazy, you know that?” Easton
asked, as they hobbled together, his arm over her shoulder, her arm supporting
his waist.
    Finally, the got to the stoop and Easton
used the handrail to assist himself up the steps to
the front door.
    They opened the door without the key,
just turned the knob and the door squeaked open.
    “Sorry, I think we forgot to lock up when
we left,” Kennedy said.
    “Great,” Easton chuckled as he limped
inside.   “We’ll probably get killed
by a couple of thieves