Behind his eyelids, Reid could see a soft glow flickering over his face. He could feel the warmth wash over him and immerse his body. His head ached, which had caused him to wake up in the first place. Blinking his eyes opened, he stayed still as he stared up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Confusion was the first thing he experienced. Then the realization that he had wreaked had him jolting up into a sitting position. Reid grunted in pain and closed his eyes as he head began to spin. The sensation seemed vaguely familiar.
“Take it easy. You hit your head.” A female’s voice spoke up from beside him.
Reid would have turned quickly to look at her if it was not for the fact that his head was killing him. He took the slow speed instead. He came face to face with a pair of gray wool sock covered feet. Slowly, his eyes traveled up a pair of light pink and white plaid pajama pants and up a baggy gray sweater before landing on a pair of plump lips. He watched as the woman brought a glass up to her lips and took a sip of the whiskey inside it. Finally, his blue eyes met with the woman’s brown orbs.
“You saved me.” Reid stated, hating how weak he basically sounded.
Reid cleared his through as he broke his gaze with her and looked at the fire that was burning across from him.
“More or less. How is your head?” She asked.
Her voice sounded like what the fire felt like on his skin; warm and soothing.
“It’s pounding.” Reid admitted. “Thank you.”
“There is a bottle of Advil on the coffee table beside you and a glass of water. If you’re hungry, I can heat up a bowl of soup for you.”
She got up as she spoke. Reid tossed two pills in his mouth and chased them down with water. As he swallowed, he caught a glimpse of the .38 she carried in her left hand.
“Should I be worried?” Reid asked the woman, beginning to feel as though she should have left him in his SUV.
Mackenzie raised a brow at him and looked down at the gun she held before she continued to take her empty glass into the kitchen. The only light filling the room was from the fireplace and the occasional candle that was lit on the kitchen counter.
“Should I?” She questioned him just the same.
Reid shook his head and instantly regretted it as the aching became more prominent.
“No.” He answered carefully.
He pushed himself up off of the floor and sat on the other end of the sand colored couch. Relief washed over him as he sunk into the comfortable cushions.
“How bad is the damage to my SUV?” Reid asked, leaning his head against the back of the couch as he listened to her put the now clean glass away.
Silence hung in the air for a second before she spoke.
“You should be able to drive it once the snow melts some…and I sort of smashed out your window.” Mackenzie said, being honest with the man.
Reid looked at her as she walked back over to the couch carrying a tray with a bowl on top.
“My window? Oh, the doors were locked.” Reid spoke with understanding.
He took the tray she held out for him and he thanked her for the soup.
“The storm should be over by morning. When you finish eating, just set the bowl on the coffee table and I’ll get it when I wake up. The bathroom is right through that door. If you need anything just shout for me, but don’t go upstairs.” She told him.
