"They're done processing it. Just stay out of Nate's room tonight in case they need to go back tomorrow."

"Will do." She undid the seatbelt, and Brady came around to walk her to the door.

"He jimmied the lock. It works, but apparently not so well. I'll keep a uniform outside all night. Okay?"

"If you think it's necessary."

He shrugged. "I doubt it is, but just in case." They stepped inside, and Ana poked her head up and looked around. Marisa had hoped she'd fall asleep on the ride home, but her little girl looked bright-eyed now.

"Where are we, Mama?"

"We're going to stay here tonight." She looked at Brady. "I thought I'd give her a bath." She shifted to look at Ana. "You want to take a bath? You should see the bathtub. It's like a swimming pool."

The little girl nodded.

"Good idea," Brady said. "I'll head to the ER, check on Nate. You have that phone still? The one the guy gave you?"

"Um..." She thought back, remembered setting it on the nightstand in her bedroom. She'd left it there when she'd slipped into Nate's bed in the middle of the night.

The thought had heat rushing to her face. What must Nate think of her? But she'd seen what he thought of her in his eyes before they'd put him in the ambulance.

Nate.

"Is he going to be all right?"

Brady's look didn't reassure her. "I'll find out. If there's anything..." He paused, seemed to search for words. "I promise I'll call you if you need to know anything. What's your number?"

"I have no idea."

"Where's the phone?"

She told him, and he slipped into her bedroom and returned with the phone pressed to his ear. A moment later, his cell rang. He looked at the screen and silenced the call from Marisa's phone. "I have your number now. I'll call you when I have news."

"Right," she said, only half listening. Could Nate's injuries be life threatening? Why hadn't she asked the paramedic more questions? He could die, and she hadn't thought to ask.

And she'd been taken by the kidnapper, yanked out of her bed...

The room spun.

Brady crossed the space and urged her to the sofa. Ana stayed clamped on and still wouldn't let go, though Marisa thought she might pass out.

"Just wait for it to pass." She heard his footsteps but couldn't seem to look up. A moment later, he draped a blanket over her. "You're okay."

She took a few deep breaths and looked up to meet his eyes.

"Why don't I call Sam?"