Pucking Strong (Jacksonville Rays #4)

by Emily Rath

I’m just about to slip out in search of coffee or a donut when Karolina stirs 0n the bed. Oh shit, I didn’t even ask if she speaks English. This could turn awkward quick. I glance desperately towards the open door. Then I shoot Karlsson a text. She opens her eyes, whimpering a little as she shifts on the bed. “Oh hey, try not to move, okay?” Her eyes go wide as she looks at me. “Do you understand English?” Slowly, she nods. Poor thing, she looks miserable. She’s got purple bruising around her eye and little cuts all over the left side of her face. But her eyes are the deepest shade of blue, just like Karlsson’s. They’re flecked with grains of grey, reminding me of faded denim. “Are you Karolina?” I hope my expression looks sufficiently warm and welcoming. She nods again, which looks difficult to do with her neck brace. “My name’s Teddy. I’m a friend of your uncle’s.” I glance towards the door again. “Uhh . . . Henrik. He should be here any minute.” At this, she perks up. “Morbror är här?”