“You,” she said as if speaking to a piece of shit on her shoe.

“Me? What did I do?”

She sent him a glacial look. “You’re breathing, aren’t you?” She shoved him away, careful, he noted, not to touch his bad shoulder, and kept walking.

She didn’t live anywhere near here, and he knew damn well her car was still at the stadium, so he had no idea where she thought she was going. “Not even a thank-you?” he asked, easily keeping pace with her, his eyes narrowing in on the bruise forming on her cheekbone.

“You’re right,” she said with mock politeness. “Thank you for getting me arrested.”

“I meant for bailing you out.” He took her arm and pulled her resisting body around, lifting a hand to gently touch her face. “She got you good.”

She lifted a shoulder and relented slightly. “I got a few licks of my own in.”

“Atta girl.” He looked her over but saw no other injury. “You okay?”

“Yes. Thanks for posting bail.” She said this begrudg ingly, barely allowing him to redirect her toward his car.

“Tia’s still in lockup.” He figured that piece of news would cheer her up.

“I hope she rots in there. Can I drive?”

“She’s in a 5150 hold. And no, I’d have to be on a 5150 hold to let you drive this baby in your current mood.” He opened the passenger-side door for her.

“They’re going to let her go in three days?” she asked indignantly. “The woman is completely insane.”

“Yeah, well the police think the both of you are. I talked them out of holding you.” He went around to the back of his car, opened the trunk, and pulled out his first aid kit. He grabbed the portable ice pack, slapped it against his thigh a few times to activate it, and then got in the driver’s side, gently pressing it to her face. “Hold that.”

“I really want to be pissed off at you.”

“You’ll have to stand in line.” He pulled away from the curb, letting her be for a few minutes.

“Jail sucks,” she finally said. “So do you.”

“I vouched for your sanity, you know. And believe me, that took some doing. I should get some points for that.”

“It did not take some doing.”

“It did.” He shot her a glance, satisfied that she was holding the ice to her jaw. Her clothes were filthy, but her hair had been tamed. That was his careful Holly. “So what the hell happened anyway?”

“She was going to take my camera.”

“So you beat the shit out of her?”