Ashley POV

"Ashley?"

I didn't even realize that the elevator had stopped at the penthouse floor and that both Jared and David had stepped out until David's voice broke my reverie.

"Sorry," I said as I hurried over to the front door, my good hand rummaging through my purse for the key. "Come in. Take him to the kitchen. It'll be easier to clean him up there."

"As you wish."

I moved aside to let the two men through. "We should have sewing supplies in the master bathroom," I told David, rubbing my arm. "And there's a mild pain reliever and antiseptic there, along with a first-aid kit. Do we...