Grayson sucked in a sharp breath, struggling to sit up.

“Help!” Tessa screamed.

“No—no, Tessa.” He panted. “The last thing I want is this splashed all over the papers tomorrow. You—” He winced, forcing out a crooked chuckle. “You should’ve… let me stay.”

“Are you okay?” Tessa dropped beside him.

“It’s a deep cut—but I’ll live.” He sucked in a breath. “Ah—shit—Jesus!.” He tried to rise, nearly collapsing again.

“No, no. I’ll help.”

She slipped one arm around his back. He hooked his arm around her waist, and together they staggered toward the house.

Inside, Grayson sank onto the couch with a groan.

“Fucking hell…”

“Stay still.” Tessa rushed off....