his arms around her. They embraced for an unspoken minute, and Jukes felt the tears well up.
âOh, God ⦠Cathââ
âJukey, please, donât say anything.â
âYou look like youâve been hit by a truck,â he said softly as he led her inside.
The skin around her eyes was discolored, her lower lip was swollen and split, and there were bruises the length of her arms.
âHe did this to you?â Jukes asked as he examined her wounds, relieved to see nothing was broken.
âYes.â
Jukes smoldered, his face darkened. He flashed Cathy a look so uncharacteristically cold it frightened her.
âJukey, I had no choice. We had a fight; it escalated. It was all my fault. He ⦠he didnât mean it; I know he didnât. It was an accident, thatâs all. One thing led to anotherââ
âOne thing led to another? Since when does a domestic argument lead to criminal assault?â
She turned away, tears streaming down her face. âThis time I wonât go back; I promise.â
âYouâre damn right you wonât go back!â he shouted. âYouâre staying here with me until I sort this out, do you understand? Jesus, itâs a good thing Dadâs not alive to see this or heâd kill the guy. I swear heâd get out his old shotgun and blow the assholeâs brains out for this!â Jukes paused and took a breath. He gave her a look that said, Maybe thatâs what I should do .
âI donât want you going anywhere near that jerk, OK? Youâre lucky he hasnât killed you yet. Iâll see he winds up behind bars for this; you can bet on that. Then weâll get a restraining order. I donât want him to come within a hundred yards of you.â
The tears began to flow from Cathyâs discolored eyes.
âJeez, Cath. How can you let this happen?â
She fell into his arms, trembling. âI donât know.â
âYouâve got to promise me youâll never go back to him, no matter what happens. Never, ever, ever go back.â
âWhat about my stuff?â
âForget about it. Just leave it there. Iâll buy you all new stuff.â
âBut where am I gonna live?â
âYou can stay here until we find you an apartment. OK? Itâs no biggie. The important thing is that you stay away from Bobby. Weâll let the police handle the whole thing.â
Cathy fell silent for a moment, but from her body language Jukes could feel the reluctance she had when the conversation turned to taking legal action against Bobby.
He took her face gently in his hands, careful not to touch the bruises, and spoke into it. âYouâve got to face it, Cathy. Bobbyâs time in your life is over. Itâs madness. For Godâs sake let it go; canât you see itâs killing you? You need help.â
Cathy looked down. âCanât you help me?â
âI donât think I could be objective about you on a professional level. Itâs just not done. Iâm referring you to a colleague, Dr. James Kendall. Jim is the best in the field at this type thing.â
Cathy looked hurt. âBut youâre so smart, Jukey. You know everything ⦠you got all those awardsââ
âThey donât mean anything if I canât help you, Cath.â
âWhatâs wrong with me? Why do I keep going back?â
Jukes shrugged. âWhy donât we let Jim Kendall figure it out. Whatever it is, we can handle it. In the meantime, let me take care of those abrasions and get some ice on your eyes.â
While Cathy slept, Jukes called the police and reported the incident. He told them heâd be down first thing in the morning, with Cathy, to file charges. He next phoned his lawyer and they agreed to meet at the police station at 9:00 A . M .
This time Bobby would get whatâs coming .
Then Jukes made himself a drink and sat back in his leather easy