He held her to him just as tightly. “I was, actually.”
“You were what?” she said into his chest.
“Shot.”
“Shot!” She pulled away. “What?”
“Just a graze. I’m fine.” He pulled down his shirt collar and showed her where he was hurt, and she began to sob again. “Keep it together for a little longer, okay? I need you to be strong and go downstairs with me. The police need to ask you some questions.”
“Soph, can you do me a big favor?” Sophie nodded her head up and down. “Can you stay up here and watch a movie until me or your mom come back? I don’t want you to go downstairs, okay? If you go downstairs, I’ll be very upset with you.” Joey said.
“I don’t want you to be mad.”
“Then you’ll stay here?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl,” Olivia said, then tucked her daughter on the bed and closed the door.
“We’ll be right down, officers,” Joey said, and then they stood alone in the upstairs hall.
“She okay? Really?” he asked.
“Yeah, she’s fine. She was terrified something happened to you. So was I.”
He pulled her to him and laid his chin on her head. “Never, not in my whole life, not when I was in Iraq and I saw my entire team blown up, was I as scared as I was when I saw her next to that motherfucker.”
“Jo—”
“God, I wanted to kill him. I almost did.” He kissed the top of her head. “And you?”
“I’m fine. Shaken up, but glad you got him. This better be the end of this nightmare.”
“I love you, Olivia. I love you so much it scares me.”
She looked up. “I know what you mean.”
“Let’s go talk to the cops. Connor isn’t here anymore. He’s on his way to the hospital and hopefully jail when he’s recovered. We’ll have to wait to see why the hell Connor was here until he’s able to be questioned.”
“Okay. Let’s do this.”