“Nothing happened.” Amy met first Mallory’s concerned gaze, and then Matt’s, before looking back at Josh. “Really. Riley knocked him out, and he vanished before I could call the police. The end.”

“Did you call the police afterward?” Josh asked.

“I never got a chance to make the call. Troy vanished, and then I was with Riley…”

“That’s okay,” Josh said. “You’ve got a law enforcement officer right here.” He gestured to Matt.

Amy turned her head and looked up at him. He nodded, stroking the hair back from her face. “We’ll make a report,” he said. “Then find Riley. Okay?”

She hesitated, her gaze searching his, then slowly, she nodded.

“Stitches first,” Josh said.

“I’m not good at stitches,” Amy said.

Josh smiled. “That’s okay. I am.”

“This is true,” Mallory assured her. “He’s the best.”

Josh was examining the wound closely. Looks like maybe five to six stitches total. Won’t leave much of a scar.”

“Can’t you just glue it or something?” Amy asked.

“Not this time,” Josh said. “But I’ll be quick, and you’ll be nice and numbed up, no worries.” From out of Amy’s range of sight, he reached for a fat needle and nodded to Matt.

Matt bent low and brushed his lips over Amy’s temple, palming her jaw to keep her face turned to him and not at what Josh was doing. “Hey, Tough Girl.”

“Hey back. This sucks,” she said, wincing when Josh began to numb her. “This sucks golf balls.”

“It’ll be over before you know it,” Josh promised. “That’s how good I am.”

Amy grimaced again but said nothing as he continued to work.

Matt did his part to keep her attention off the needle, stroking a finger over a small scar bisecting her eyebrow. “This one looks interesting. How did you get it?”

Amy let out a shaky breath. “When I was seventeen, I stole my boyfriend’s brand-new bike to get to work, then crashed it.”

Josh chuckled, his big fingers working quickly, efficiently. “If I’d been around back then, you wouldn’t still have the scar.”

“Cocky.”

“Just very good,” he said. “Keep looking at pretty boy there.”

Matt slid Josh a look, which Josh ignored with a smirk.

“Check out his chin,” Josh said to Amy. “Two years ago, Matt fell at the South Rim. It was a pussy climb, too. Luckily for him, I was right there. He dislocated his shoulder and cut up his face. I fixed him up so that he can still be a cover model any time he wants.”

Amy laughed softly. “Cover model?”

Matt opened his mouth but Josh beat him to it. “He made the cover of Northwest Forestry last year. You probably missed that issue, but the nurses here have it hanging in their break room.” Josh was smiling as he told this story, and if he hadn’t been wielding the needle with smooth dexterity while he was at it, Matt might have been tempted to shut his mouth for him.

“You’re doing great, Amy,” Josh said. “Three stitches in, only a couple more to go.”

When he’d finished, he helped her upright, gave her some prescriptions, and then was paged away.

“You okay?” Matt asked her.

She nodded. “I’m good to go.”

Impressed with her toughness, he slid an arm around her. “I’ll take you home. I want to talk to Riley.”

Amy went still for a beat, then did a forced relax thing that had Matt taking a second look at her. “What’s the matter?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

He shouldn’t care that she didn’t trust him. It shouldn’t matter. He hadn’t wanted her to trust him, hadn’t needed her to trust him, because this wasn’t going to be a relationship. But apparently he’d finally gotten over himself and could face the fact that he was ready to move on from the past. Because for the first time in recent memory, he wanted to be trusted. By her.

Amy was definitely not on her A-game, which was the only explanation she had for walking right into a trap of her own making. Riley wasn’t staying with her. Riley wasn’t going to show up to sleep at her apartment tonight. Which Matt didn’t know because Amy had lied to him. She’d known this would happen, that it would come back and bite her in the ass. She needed to think, but the problem with that was her brain wasn’t in gear.

“Amy.” Right there in the hospital hallway, Matt sat her in a chair, then crouched in front of her, weight balanced easily on the balls of his feet. “Where’s Riley?”

Conflicting emotions battered her, but she let anger lead the pack. He’d walked away from her so he didn’t get to look at her like he was right now, all warm, genuine concern. It hurt. It hurt more than her side did, which was really saying something.

“Amy.”

Damn. Damn him. Because she wasn’t angry at all. She was sad. She ached to tell him the truth-that Riley wasn’t staying with her. But how could she? The terrified teen was going through hell, and she’d trusted Amy.

Trust that hadn’t been easily given.

If Amy told Matt the truth, he’d be forced by his job to act, and Riley would think she couldn’t trust anyone.

But it was more than that. No one had ever really trusted Amy, not like Riley had. Not even Matt trusted her like that. There was no way in hell that Amy would betray her.

“Amy.” Matt’s voice was low and calm, and also laced with steel.

He wanted answers.

“I don’t know where she is exactly.” She didn’t owe him more, she reminded herself. “How can I? I’m here.”

Matt didn’t say anything to this, though he registered her defensive tone with an arched brow.

“I’d like to go home now,” she said. “I’m tired.” Tired of the both of them.

Matt rose to his feet, wrapped his jacket around her, then led her outside to his truck. They went to the pharmacy first for her antibiotics and pain killers, then Matt drove her home in silence, for which Amy was eternally grateful. She was hurting, both physically and mentally. She was also confused. Historically, she’d made her most craptastic decisions while hurt and confused, which meant that the best thing for her right now was to be alone.

Matt parked, and she made her move before he’d even turned off the engine. She opened the door to hop out, but was snagged by the back of the jacket he’d loaned her.

“I want to go with you and check things out,” he said.

No. If he came inside, she’d forget to be upset with him. She’d also have to face her lie about Riley. “Not necessary.”

“Maybe not, but I’m doing it anyway.”

“No,” she said.

He went still. “Excuse me?”

He probably wasn’t told no very often. He looked as if the word didn’t even compute. “I’m fine,” she said.

His expression was carefully blank. She suspected that he thought she was being an unfathomable pain in his ass. “Look,” she said. “You don’t owe me anything. I can get inside my own place without help.”

“Goddammit, Amy. I was wrong to walk out on you like that.”

“No,” she said flatly. “You weren’t.”

“I was. I had a shitastic day and took it out on you, and I’m sorry for that. So goddamn sorry.”

Not used to apologies or people taking responsibility for their own mistakes, this set her back. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not,” he said.

Diversion, she thought desperately. “Is that kid, the climber, still going to be okay?”

A muscle in his jaw twitched, and for a moment she thought maybe he was going to call her out on the quick subject change, but he didn’t. “Yeah,” he finally answered. “But his family is gearing up to sue everyone, claiming negligence on the forestry’s part.”

He’d spoken calmly enough, but she sensed that the situation was causing him some heavy stress. She could see it in the fine lines around his eyes and the tightness to his mouth.

Or maybe that was her making him so unhappy. “It seems more like vandalism,” she said. “If they took down the signs and broke the lock on the gate.”

“We’re working on it.”

She nodded and slipped out of his truck, but almost before her feet touched the ground, he’d come around to help her.

“Don’t brush it off,” he said, and she instantly knew he wasn’t talking about his work, but about how he’d left her before, at his place. “Don’t give me a free pass.” Gently he pressed her back to the truck and cupped her face, stroking her bruised cheek. He moved his head next to hers, and his lips traced over the line of her jaw. “I’m sorry,” he said again, softly.

Her knees wobbled, and she locked them because he was right. She shouldn’t give him a free pass. She never gave anyone a free pass. “I’m going in now.”

He looked up at her place. Dark. “Riley say where she was going?”

“I’m not her keeper.”

He said nothing to this, and short of telling him the entire truth, there was nothing more she could add.

“Wait here,” Matt said at the top of the stairs and left her on the doorstep while he pulled his gun and entered her place.

He came back a moment later, gun holstered.

“Overkill much?” she asked.

“You were attacked tonight, and he could have tailed you home.”

She let out a breath as the truth of that hit her. “I don’t think I was followed.”

He nodded and gestured her in. All the lights were on inside. Matt followed her through the living room, silently regarding her when she sank to her couch, leaned carefully back, and stared at the ceiling.

“Can I get you anything?” he asked.

“No, thank you.”

He grimaced at her polite tone. “Amy-” He broke off when his phone buzzed, looking down to read his screen. “Fuck.”

“You have to go,” she guessed.

“Dispatch.” His expression was grim when he came close and crouched at her side. “Someone shot and killed a bear tonight. I don’t want to leave you alone but I have to get out there and-”

“I’m fine, Matt.”

He looked at her for a long moment. “You’ll call me if you have any problems.”