Raegan's heart jumped. She bolted from the bathroom to find Mitchel near the door, a toppled chair at his feet.

"Mitchel?"

At the sound of her voice, Mitchel turned, and his eyes lit up instantly at the sight of her.

Without a word, he crossed the room and wrapped her in a hug so tight it made her ribs hurt.

Raegan squirmed, trying to loosen his grip. Mitchel said abruptly, "I thought you'd run off again."

Hearing what Mitchel said, Raegan's face changed. What did he mean by that?

She gently gave him a push and said with genuine concern, “Let me go first. You're injured."

However, Mitchel only held her tighter and, almost sulkily, muttered, "I promise I won't lay a finger on him.”

“What do you mean?" Raegan asked, confused.

"Henley."

It was only now that Raegan understood what Mitchel was getting at.

It was just that Mitchel seemed to be very reluctant as he said it through his gnashing teeth.

“I see," Raegan replied.

The next moment, Mitchel looked as though he had bitten into a lemon.

This was the biggest concession he had come up with.

He relaxed his hold on her, cupped her face in his hands, and asked crossly, "Shouldn't you be thanking me or something?"

Raegan was at a loss for words. In her mind, Mitchel should apologize to Henley. He had given Henley a hard time on multiple occasions, all because Henley had been there for her when she needed help.

She did not say this out loud, though, knowing how unpredictable Mitchel's reaction could be.

"There's nothing between Henley and me. You have no reason to make things difficult for him."

"Nothing? He kissed you, didn't he? I saw it. Since when did you become so casual and easy, Raegan?"