the young womanâs helpless anger. Especially if it was possible the same guy attacked them both. The After Dark nightclub should be forced to close until this bastard was caught. Even the police didnât believe it was a coincidence. Detective Carol Blanchard had promised to be in touch if she had any evidence, but so far Raine hadnât heard a thing.
She gathered her scattered thoughts. âThere are support groups, however. Other young women like yourself, whoâve been through the same thing.â Raine had attended one of the support group meetings, but hadnât found it particularly helpful. She offered the option though, because everyone coped differently.
And she was hardly the expert in coping strategies. Sheâd thought she was doing so well.
Only to fall completely apart, tonight.
âIâm afraid to go home,â Helen admitted in a low voice. âHe knows where I live. What if he comes back?â
Raine understood. Sheâd experienced the exact same fear. In fact, she hoped to move once her lease was up. And sheâd been sleeping on the sofa with Spice, unable to face her bed. âDo you have someone to stay with you?â
âI could ask my sister.â
Raine gave a nod of encouragement. âI think thatâs a good idea. And add a deadbolt lock to your door if you donât have one already. Literature shows that date-rape perpetrators donât go back to the same victims, but it doesnât hurt to be extra-careful.â
âI will, thanks.â
She leaned over and covered the womanâs hand with hers. âRemember, Helen, youâre not alone. Try the support group, or talking to a therapist. Unfortunately, date rape is more common than the average person realizes.â
Helen lifted her head to meet her gaze. âSounds like youâve had some experience with this,â she said.
For a moment Raine longed to blurt out the truth. But she was supposed to be the nurse, helping and supporting the patient, not the other way around. The words stuck in her throat. âIâIâve cared for other patientâs in similar circumstances,â she murmured evasively. âAnd I can imagine what youâre going through. Please take care of yourself, okay?â
âOkay.â
Raine walked with her outside to the parking lot where sheâd left her car. She stared after Helen for a long moment, before turning to head back inside to swipe out. She couldnât wait to get out of there.
Caleb stood behind her and she caught herself just in time to prevent herself from smacking into him.
âDid you need something?â she asked testily. She wasnât in the mood for a confrontation. Not now. She wanted to go home.
âYeah. Do you have a minute?â
âNot really. I need to go inside to swipe out.â She tried to sidestep him, but Caleb didnât take the hint, turning and following her inside to the nearest time clock where she could swipe her ID badge, formally ending her shift.
She suppressed a sigh and faced him. âCaleb, couldnât we do this some other time? I really donât feel well. Iâve been sick to my stomach. I think Iâm catching some flu bug or something.â
âStop it, Raine. I know the truth.â
Her jaw dropped and she stared at him. He knew? How was that possible? No one knew. Except her boss, and Theresa had promised not to say a word.
Had she inadvertently said something when sheâd passed out?
âYou do?â
âYes.â He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her. âAnd Iâm not letting you go until you agree to talk to me about it.â
CHAPTER SEVEN
R AINE stared at him in shock. To hear him blurt out so bluntly that he knew the truth was staggering. âNo. Iâ¦canât talk about it. Iâm sorry.â She turned away, heading for the employee parking lot, wanting nothing more than to go home, to recover