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She waited in silence while his equilibrium steadied.
Slowly, he straightened and gave a slight nod.
Violet strode toward them, her mike bag on her shoulder. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah.” Teagan draped Seth’s arm across her shoulders and wrapped her arm around his waist. “Just getting his bearings.”
“Keys?” Violet held out her hand. “I’ll check the house to be sure no one set a trap.”
Seth dropped his keys on Violet’s palm. “Thanks.”
“Pets?”
“None.”
“Security code?”
He murmured the numbers, his gaze shifting to Teagan.
Her breath caught. His code was the first day they’d met at the running trail.
“Best day of my life,” he whispered.
“Same.”
After an impressive eye roll, Teagan’s teammate walked the path to the porch. She stood to the side of the door, unlocked it, and pushed it open. Weapon in hand, Violet entered the home.
“Come on.” Teagan nudged Seth forward. “By the time we get to the porch, Violet will have completed a preliminary sweep of your home.”
“You didn’t have to do this.”
“You would have done the same if I was injured on the job.”
“I’d prefer neither one of us was injured on the job,” he grumbled.
Teagan tightened her grip on his waist as she urged him forward. For the most part, Seth could walk on his own. His navigation skills, however, were abysmal. If anyone saw Seth, they’d assume he’d been drinking.
Just as she’d figured, Violet met them at the door. “House is empty. I’m going back for a closer check. How’s the nausea, Seth?”
“Don’t ask.”
She chuckled. “That good, huh? Teagan, my mike bag is by the door. Put a patch behind his ear. We’ll get him to bed when I return.”
Teagan guided Seth to his large, brown leather sofa and helped him get situated. “I’ll be right back.”
His hand shackled her wrist. “Where are you going?”
“To get an ice pack and something to help with your nausea. I’ll be back in one minute, tops.”
Seth’s thumb brushed over her wrist, and he released her.
Teagan found her way to Seth’s kitchen and poked through his freezer. She grabbed a cold pack and a soft drink from his refrigerator and returned to the living room. Seth hadn’t moved.
She set the cold pack on the coffee table and handed him the soft drink. “Take a few sips.” After he downed part of the cold drink, she said, “Seth, you need to lie down. Do you want to stay here or go to your bedroom?”
Without opening his eyes, he murmured, “Depends.”
“On what?”
