Paige glanced up as Kat questioned about being seen before he even had the door completely open. "Ain't nobody out here to see you, Kat. What're you running from that's got you so scared?" Not that she'd tell him, because whatever it was had to be bad to scare her so much. Even ten years alone couldn't have broken Kat so badly. Someone had to have done this to her, by action or inaction. If she let him, he'd help her. Even without that chance at getting her back, it might help his own heart to know she was on a better path, to know she didn't have to look over her shoulder.
Well, he could think of a better word to describe the single room situation, but her sentiment was spot on. Them, sharing a room, was not a good idea. They would end up fighting for sure. And chances were good that they would end up fucking after that. And that wouldn't be a good thing right now, not in the condition she was in. Not after what had just happened to her. Maybe, if he had simply bumped into her at the bar, a roll in the sheets wouldn't have been so bad. Maybe not the high road for him to take, but he'd never claimed to be that good of a guy.
Paige watched as her purse spilt all over, seeing the ruger come to a halt near his foot and Kat chased after something else. Well shit, that would have been nice ten minutes ago! Kneeling down, he scooped the gun up and checked it, arching a brow as he engaged the safety. What was she doing with a gun? And why was she running around with the safety off? Sighing, he started sweeping everything he could find together into a central pile. "Here" He scooped up his little pile and held it out to drop back into her purse "I'll get under there with the flashlight, make sure we got everything. But you need to get cleaned up in the mean time" He wasn't about to go crawling around looking for her loose change while she was still covered in blood and dirt and barely covered by his jacket.
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