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housekeepers who was good at medical stuff.
     
    “Francesca, I need you to fix my knee,” Pia said to her, pouting.
     
    Francesca was in the kitchen, peeling potatoes for tomorrow’s meals. She put down her peeler, wiped her hands, and bent down to look. “What happened, Miss Pia?”
     
    “A horrible man attacked me. I was almost kidnapped.”
     
    “Oh my, that’s terrible.”
     
    “Oh, yes,” Pia said dramatically. “It really was. I think I’m still in shock. I almost died tonight.”
     
    “Oh no, I’m sorry.” Francesca went to the sink and washed her hands. “I’ll get the ointment and a Band-Aid.”
     
    “Do you think it will scar?”
     
    “No, no. It’s just a scrape.”
     
    Pia huffed. “Just a scrape? It ruined my jeans! I had to throw them out.”
     
    “Oh no, I’m so sorry, Miss Pia. I just meant that it’s not deep enough to leave a scar. And it won’t need stitches.”
     
    “Good.”
     
    “We’ll get you fixed right up. Want to come into the hall bathroom with me?”
     
    Pia followed Francesca into the hall bathroom and sat on the toilet seat while Francesca took items out of the cabinet. She first rubbed a cleaning pad over it. It stung a bit and Pia flinched, but Francesca blew on it and it felt a little better. Then she smeared some ointment on and covered it with a Band-Aid.
     
    “How long does it need to stay on?” Pia asked. “I won’t be able to leave the house with it like this.”
     
    “Oh, I think by tomorrow you might have a scab.”
     
    “A scab?” Pia groaned. “This is horrible.”
     
    “I think it will be healed up in a day or so. No need to worry. Get plenty of rest tonight.”
     
    “Thank you, Francesca.”
     
    Pia had walked back upstairs, feeling the Band-Aid move strangely against her knee with every bend and straighten. What an ass that guy was. And Ryder had just let him go. He was probably at home right now in his bed, sleeping away with no cares in the world. Here she was, injury on her knee, having to deal with a wardrobe decimation and now Ryder following her everywhere.
     
    Where was he anyway? Hadn’t he noticed that she’d come out of her room? Wasn’t he supposed to be following her every move?
     
    When she got back to her door, he opened his and stuck his head out. “Is your knee all better now?”
     
    She crossed her arms and glared. “Why do you ask?”
     
    “Francesca just fixed it up for you.”
     
    “How did you know that?”
     
    He smirked. “Really? As much as you know, you don’t know there are camera all over this house?”
     
    She knew there were some, but she had to admit, she didn’t know the extent of them. When she’d found out they were being installed, all she’d cared about was that they weren’t in her room.
     
    “Great. So you just sit in your room watching me on camera?”
     
    “Would you rather I follow you around everywhere?”
     
    “Definitely not.”
     
    “Okay then.” He pulled his head back and closed his door.
     
    She walked into her room and went through her evening ritual. Brushing her teeth and her hair, washing her face, moisturizing, applying eye cream and pimple cream and wrinkle cream. Then she rubbed lotion all over her skin, gave her feet a thorough washing and exfoliating, then slipped on the yoga pants and t-shirt that she usually slept in.
     
    When she got into bed, her soothing eye mask over her eyes, she couldn’t make her head stop racing. It kept replaying the day. The feeling of the man grabbing her from behind, his rough hand on her mouth. Seeing Ryder jump in to save her. Then everything horrible he’d said to her all night. And everything horrible she’d said to him.
     
    It was like a crappy song stuck on repeat. She wanted to advance it or shut it off so she could go to sleep. She kept seeing Ryder’s face, remembering how his body had felt pressed against hers. How he’d almost kissed her. He had almost kissed her, right? She hadn’t just