her. Because this clearly wasn’t a case of her drinking too much. “Open your eyes,” he said sharply, rolling down her window to get a burst of air rolling over her.
Her phone started to ring in her purse and he guessed it might be one of her friends wondering where she was. “You want to check who that is?”
“Um…hold on.” It took her a few tries to get her small purse unzipped and when she did she squinted at the screen. “It’s Jules.”
“Is that who you came with?”
“Yesh,” she slurred out, her eyes starting to droop again.
He plucked it from her hand, not bothering to ask for permission as he swiped his thumb across the screen. “This is Ford Burke. I’m with the Miami PD and I’m taking Raegan to a doctor.”
“Oh my God! Is she okay?” the woman named Jules shouted. He could hear music and other voices in the background.
“She’s fine.” Or she would be. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her.
“What’s going on, then? Why are you taking her to a doctor?” Her voice was bordering on panic.
“I found some guy trying to take her out of the club and realized it’s likely she’s been drugged. I’m friends with her cousins, Grant, Porter and Harrison. I used to work with Grant. Please call him and confirm.”
“What hospital are you taking her to? We’ll meet you there.”
“Not taking her to a hospital.” Because the ER on a Friday night was a nightmare. Didn’t matter that he was a cop. That would only get him so far in the favor department. She’d still have to wait hours to be looked at. They’d check her vitals, stick her in a room with three other people and come back and check on her when they could—and that was only after they finally got her to a damn room. No way was he going to put her through that when he could get her looked at immediately.
“I’m taking her to a local clinic. Friend of mine runs it. Call Grant and confirm who I am. You know his number?”
“Uh, yeah. Well, my fiancé does. He’s with me. He works with Grant.”
“Good. She’s fine. I’ve got her phone and she doesn’t need to deal with a bunch of people down at the clinic.”
“I don’t know how this happened. We were all together, then when I turned around she was just gone. I thought maybe she’d gone to the bathroom or to grab another drink, but then none of us could find her. Is she really okay?”
“Yeah. I think…someone slipped her Rohypnol.” He didn’t want her friend to freak out even more, but decided to be honest. It was also known as a date rape drug, something he guessed her friend knew by her worried gasp.
“There’s no way!”
He turned on his blinker as he neared the turnoff to his friend’s clinic. The neighborhood bordered a sketchy area of town, but that was sorta the point of the clinic’s location. People who needed medical care the most often couldn’t get it. His friend tried to combat that problem by providing affordable medical care. In some cases, free. And he was better equipped to give Raegan his complete attention as opposed to the harried, Friday night ER staff at a hospital. If Ford had been worried she’d overdosed he’d have taken her straight there.
“Well it happened. Look, I gotta go. Gotta get her inside now. Call Grant, confirm to make yourself feel better. I’m sure she’ll call you in the morning. She’s safe, I swear.” He cut her off before she could respond. He didn’t care if it was rude. Being polite wasn’t a concern right now. Raegan was his only concern.
“I’ve never heard you talk so much at once.” Raegan giggled a little as she watched him.
He was glad she was awake, but having all her focus on him was jarring. “How’re you feeling?”
“Funny. You think I was drugged?” She giggled again, softer this time.
“Maybe.”
“I’ve never done drugs. And I’m not saying that because you’re a cop. A very sexy cop.” She laughed at that, seeming to think it was hilarious.
“We’re