Dizzie blushed when the rhythmic beeping increased.
He laced his fingers with hers. “Thank god you’re all right.”
“What happened?” She had to know, but that didn’t stop the worry.
“There was an accident,” Killian said slowly.
Dizzie tilted her head and another wave of pain washed over her. Her head throbbed in time with her pulse and she wished that the pain relievers would kick in soon. She lowered her head to her hands and groaned.
“I’ll get the nurse.”
“No, I’m fine.” She didn’t look up. “How did I get here? How long have I been here? What happens next?” The questions tumbled out.
She hoped Killian would be more forthcoming than the nurse.
“I called an ambulance. They brought you. About six hours.”
“Six hours? When are they coming to get me?” The way her body ached, she was in no shape to outrun Tremaine Security. But she felt queasy knowing that this was it.
His lips tightened. “They won’t be.”
Dizzie didn’t feel the rush of relief she expected at his words. “It’s over?”
His face showed the same hesitation that the nurse had. “Not quite.”
She was sick of not hearing the full truth. “What the hell does that mean?”
More beeping.
Killian squeezed her hand, then released her and pushed off the bed.
Oh shit.That wasn’t a good sign. “Am I dying?”
Killian spun around, horror on his face. “What? No. No!” He was back at her bedside in an instant. “Why do you ask?”
Dizzie sat up fully, ignoring the pain around her ribs.
He reached for her hand again, but she pulled it out of the way. She didn’t want coddling. “Why do I ask? Because no one is telling me what’s going on. Much less the truth.”
“The truth is…” he paused.
“Complicated?”
His laugh was harsh and lines of strain wrinkled his forehead. “That’s one way to put it.”
She snapped, “How about you put it in small words that even a simple courier can understand?” Okay, that was bitchy.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Killian sounded bewildered.
“Everyone here has a connection to Tremaine Corporation. I’m in the center of it all and you’re all keeping a secret from me.” And she wanted, needed, to know what it was. Had he turned her in?
He ran his fingers through his hair. The strands stood on end. “You were bleeding so much.” His voice was quiet. “You were pinned under the bike. I was afraid you were dying. I called the emergency number for corporate families and investors.”
He raised his head and looked at her, anguish in his eyes. “I didn’t know what else to do. It looked bad.” His eyes got a distant look in them. “There’s been too much death and I didn’t want you to die, too. I would have done whatever was necessary to keep you alive. I figured we’d deal with the security issue later. After they’d fixed you up.”
Her fingers clenched in the sheet as he continued.
“They brought you to the hospital and ran a series of standard tests. Dizzie, they found an anomaly.”
