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“You knew that I was upset?”
He looked down and sighed.
“Jared?” He looked up at me. “What do you want from me?” I asked, exasperated.
He didn’t look up. “I want you to be safe. I want you to be happy. I’m figuring out the rest. ”
I nodded. “Okay. ”
His head snapped up. “Okay?” he said, searching my eyes.
“Okay,” I shrugged.
Jared’s face was just a short distance from mine, so close that I could feel his warm breath gently blowing against my cheek. He stared at my lips, but I didn’t dare move for fear he would pul back and I would have to suffer humiliation al over again. I took in a breath and he looked into my eyes.
He leaned closer to me an infinitesimal amount, and his phone buzzed. We both heaved out a sigh and he leaned back to retrieve his phone.
“Ryel,” he snapped. I heard a quick chattering on the line, and then he clicked his phone closed, shaking his head. “I have to go. ”
“It’s okay,” I smiled.
He kissed my forehead, and the warmth of his lips blazed into my skin.
“See you around,” he said, walking to the doorway.
“Jared?” I blurted out, scrambling to my feet. He turned to face me and I smiled. “Thank you. Thank you so much. For everything. ”
Jared’s eyes grew soft and he took a few steps toward me. The warmth of his hands sunk into my shoulders, and his jaw tensed as a flood of emotion scrol ed across his face. His eyebrows pul ed in before he gingerly pul ed me to him and pressed his soft lips against mine. He ran his hands up my neck to my face where he held my cheeks in each of his hands. My surroundings vanished; the only thing I could focus on was the breathtaking heat against my mouth. An entire lifetime could have passed and stil the kiss ended too soon. He pul ed me tighter to his chest and then wheeled around, disappearing down the hal .
I walked a few paces backwards and fel against the seat. The gravity of the situation pressed down on me with renewed strength. The danger, my fear, and the confusion about what I’d seen—what Jared was capable of—were swimming around in my mind. I should have been insane with anxiety but I felt the same sense of calm I’d felt on the side of the road the night before last. Ryan was going to be al right, my hand was stil firmly attached to my wrist, and Jack’s gift was safely around my finger.
I felt a twinge of shame as I realized none of those things were the reason for my frame of mind. My lips stil tingled from the warmth of Jared’s kiss.
I melted into the sofa, turning my head to press my cheek against the cushion for support. I was so fatigued it felt like work just to breathe.
My heavy eyes rose to the wal of windows along the waiting room. Cynthia’s heels were quickly clicking down the hal .
Chapter Five
Disclosure
“Nina! For the love of Christ, why didn’t you cal me?”
“I’m fine, Mom. I wasn’t hurt,” I said, swaying as she tugged and pul ed on me to look me over.
She clutched me into her arms tightly. “Nina Elizabeth Grey, if anything had happened to you, I swear to God… I swear to God, I would have never forgiven him. ”
“I’m pretty sure those men wouldn’t have cared if you forgave them or not, Mom. ”
She gave me a wry look and hugged me again. “Wel , it doesn’t matter now. You’re safe, that is what’s important. ”
“Did Beth cal you?” I asked, trying to keep my eyes open.
“What do you mean did Beth cal me?” Her voice raised an octave. “I’m not al owed to see for myself that my only child is safe after she is…is attacked in the street by some junkie? Nina, you infuriate me sometimes! What were you doing at a bar, anyway? On that side of town, no less, you could have been kil ed! And you have the audacity to ask—”
“Okay, Mom! Okay! I’m sorry!” I pul ed her to me. She was very near hysterics. Usual y my mother didn’t go to such extremes, but she had enough to agonize over without me being assaulted in dark al eys.
Cynthia pul ed away and held me at arm’s length. “Wel , that’s enough of that,” she sighed, her typical poker face back into play. “Come, Dear. I’l send someone for your car. ”
I shook my head. “I’m going to stay here and wait for Ryan to wake up. ”
“But you’re exhausted,” she argued in vain. We both knew I wouldn’t change my mind.
Cynthia patted my knee and stood. “I expect you to be in your bed resting in four hours. No excuses, young lady. ”
I nodded as she clicked down the hal way. I rubbed my eyes and leaned back against my seat. The television was on a medical channel, something about insurance and prescriptions. It didn’t take me long to lose interest.
Three hours later, the ICU nurse stood at my side. “Nina?”
“Yes?” I sat up and blinked my eyes.
“My name is Jenny. I’m Ryan’s nurse,” she smiled. “He’s awake. He’s asking for you. ”
I stood up and walked with her to the double doors. Before we made it through, a disheveled woman scampered down the hal toward us. She wore a brown waitress’ uniform and her frizzy black hair failed miserably at staying in the messy bun she’d fashioned.
“I’m looking for Ryan Scott! I was told he’s in ICU?” she puffed.
Jenny looked at me and then back to her. “Are you his…?”
“Mother! I’m his mom. He’s here? Is he okay?” she said, breathless. “I’m Cal ie Scott. I’d like to see him, please. ”
Jenny extended an apologetic smile and then turned to Cal ie. “He’s here, Ms. Scott. I’l show you to his room. ”
I trudged back to my seat, glancing at my watch. According to Cynthia, I had less than an hour to make my way home to rest. Unable to comply, I pul ed my phone from my pocket to cal in an explanation.
As I dialed, Jenny poked her head into the waiting room doorway. “Nina?”
“Yes?”
She smiled. “He would stil like to see you. ”
“Oh!” I said, surprised. I fol owed quickly behind her through the double doors and we stopped three rooms down. When she pul ed back the heavy curtain, the rings grated across the metal bar.
She smiled to her left. “I found her. She didn’t leave. ”
I peered into the room and inwardly cringed at the tubes and wires leading from Ryan’s body.
“Hey, Nigh,” he rasped.
I managed a half grin. “Today is the only day I’l let you get away with that. ”
Ryan laughed and then winced.
“Take it easy, Baby,” Cal ie said, searching for a place to touch him that wasn’t attached to a monitor or IV pump. She settled on brushing back his hair.
“Mom, don’t fuss,” he whispered, leaning away from her nervous stroking.
“Chad, Beth and Josh were here earlier; they’l be back,” I said, touching his foot.
Ryan nodded. “Is Jared stil here?”
I shook my head, making the corners of Ryan’s mouth turn up. I wasn’t sure how much he had seen, or how much he remembered.
“It’s a good thing he’s stalking you. ”
I rol ed my eyes. “He’s not stalking me. ”
“How else do you explain him showing up out of nowhere?” Ryan pressed.
“Who’s stalking you? Is this the man that attacked my son?” Cal ie’s face compressed with concern.
“No, Mom. He’s the guy that kept us al from getting kil ed,” Ryan said, watching my face.
Cal ie looked to me, stil wanting answers.
I fidgeted under her stare. “He’s a friend of mine that came just in time. ”
“As usual,” Ryan frowned. “You look like hel . Get some sleep. ”
“I can sleep later,” I argued. Of course he would be worried about me while he was lying in a hospital bed.
“You can sleep now. My mom’s here, I don’t need both of you whining over every little thing
. ”
“I don’t whine,” I said, feigning insult.
“You can be kinda whiny,” he smiled and tapped his cheek. I maneuvered around the tubes and wires to kiss the spot he had indicated. Being this close to someone covered in hospital paraphernalia caused my ribs to wrench in an al too familiar way. I bit my lip with apprehension.
“Hey,” he reached up an arm to brush my cheek with the back of his fingers. “I’m going to be fine. I’d do it again if I had to. ”
My face fel at his words. I knew how he felt about me, and how it would end. I couldn’t stand it if I ever hurt Ryan enough for him to hate me.
My hands grabbed his. “You just concentrate on getting wel before you start planning more knife fights, al right?”
He grinned. “Sweet dreams, Nina. ”
I walked into the dark, curtains drawn and al bulbs extinguished. Beth was stil cocooned inside her comforter breathing heavily. I peeled off my coat and fel face down onto my bed.
I tried to lay as stil as possible; I didn’t want to let my mind wander. Al owing thoughts would mean envisioning the attack, the blood, the eyes of the man that would cut off my hand to take my ring; the chil ing sound of Ryan’s cry when he was impaled and Kim’s horrified expression in the car. I didn’t even want to dwel on Jared’s lips. I just wanted to sleep.
My eyes shot open to the sound of the door quietly pul ing closed.
“Beth?” I cal ed, listening for any motion from her side of the room. She didn’t answer.
I leaned up on my elbows and blinked my eyes several times until I could see clearly that Beth’s bed was empty and made. A note was on the back of the door, so I pushed myself slowly from the bed and ambled across the cold floor.
Went with Chad and Josh to the hospital. See you there. ~Beth Ryan wouldn’t be at the hospital alone. Of course his mother might stil be there, but it was good that he would have his friends around him. Beth would be home late, I assumed. I looked at the clock.
Six o’clock!
Scrambling from the bed, I rushed to change and brush my teeth, pul ing my hair haphazardly into a ponytail. Just as I grabbed my keys, my stomach growled. Going off campus alone immediately seemed like a bad idea, and hoping for something edible at the hospital was being overly optimistic.
Dinner at the Gate meant a long walk in the bitter cold outside, which would keep my mind off more troubling circumstances. I zipped up my coat and locked the door behind me.
Soon I was within a dozen yards of my destination. I was right; shivering with every step had been the perfect diversion from the night before. I puffed out a steamy breath of relief as my mind concentrated on the warmth and subsequent thaw the doors of The Gate assured me.
Before my hand reached the door handle, a man stepped from the shadows.
I jerked to a stop. “Mr. Dawson?”
“Do you have the file?” he asked, his eyes intent.
Stil on edge from the attack, my hands bal ed into fists and I shoved them in my pockets. I glanced at the door handle, seeing that it was just a foot or two from me.
I forced my body to relax. “Mr. Rosen isn’t familiar with your transaction, but I could give you his number, if you’d like. ”
“So you’l help me, then?” his eyes narrowed.
“I’m not sure why you would think this incessant harassment would encourage me to be of assistance to you at al . ” I was lying, of course. I knew how the intimidation game worked. I’d seen my father win it many times.
“Nina, I’ve told you what I’m looking for. Your father and I—,”
“Were involved in a property deal. You’ve said that,” I interrupted. “I’m his daughter, not his business partner. Please cal Mr. Rosen. ”
I reached for the door, but Mr. Dawson grabbed my arm. With a quick jerk, he yanked me toward him. I gasped as he whispered in my ear with his guttural, growling voice. “I’m not playing games with you, little girl. Your father has documents and photos that I want. The last time I saw them, they were in a file in his office marked Port of Providence. I want that entire file, do you understand me? Unless you want mommy to have to deal with me later, I suggest you do as I ask. ”
Threatening my mother sent a courageous voice emanating from my throat, “Stay away from her!”
Mr. Dawson snorted. “Just like Jack…never know when to back down. ”
“My father didn’t back down!”
“And that’s what got him kil ed!” Mr. Dawson snarled, jerking my arm again.
I felt my eyes widen in stunned disbelief. His reply didn’t make sense. My father died after his car accident.
Mr. Dawson sighed and loosened his grip. “I’m doin’ you a favor, Peach. You don’t want caught within a hundred yards of that package. There are more dangerous things than me out there wantin’ it worse than I do. Bring it to me, and you and your mother wil have a lot less to worry about. ”
His fingers slipped away from my arm, and he disappeared into the shadows of the neighboring building. I leaned my head against the frosty glass door, trying to gain the courage to move. Once the adrenaline absorbed into my body, I sucked in a gasp of air and slid to the ground.
He didn’t come. I was in danger, and Jared didn’t come. I was surprised when the correlation hit me, and I wondered if I had just realized it or if I had known al along. The last time Mr. Dawson approached me, Jared was a no-show as wel , but I reasoned that Ryan had been there. Ryan had control ed the situation enough so that Jared wasn’t needed. But this time I was alone. This time I needed him.
Someone pushed the door open against me. “Are you al right?” A short, dark haired boy with glasses came into view, poking his head through the semi-open door.
“Did you want to come in?” the boy asked, confused at his discovery.
I pushed myself off the ground. “No, thank you,” I said, quickly turning toward Andrews.