Portia followed him in, wearing a hospital gown like it was haute couture. “What’s she doing here?” Dizzie snapped, scrambling away as far as she could.
Her newfound sister stopped a few feet away, crossing her arms. She looked as unhappy as Dizzie felt.
Killian crossed to her bedside. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine,” she lied, like her happiness hadn’t been crushed by her new archnemesis. Who was apparently also her sister. “A little disoriented.”
The nurse entered her room and shooed Killian out of the way while she checked the monitor. “Looks okay.” She focused on Dizzie. “Not unexpected when you wake up in a new place.”
Dizzie nodded. It wasn’t far from the truth.
The nurse smiled, then turned to Killian and Portia. “There’s a visitor limit for a reason. You,” she said to Killian, “need to decide who you’re here to visit. And you,” she pointed at Portia, “need to get back to your room. You’re still under observation.”
Portia looked like she was going to complain, but the nurse silenced her with a look. “Yes, I know who you are. No, I don’t care. I work for the doctor and he wants you in that bed.”
Forget Killian. Dizzie might be in love with the nurse.
Her stomach dropped.
She might be in love with the nurse, but she wasn’t in love with Killian.
She couldn’t be.
The monitor hiccupped with her momentary panic. The nurse gave her another long look. Dizzie tried to smile reassuringly.
It must have worked because the nurse grabbed the room divider and pulled it, pinning Killian with a look. “Stay or go?”
He peeked his head around the divider to the side of the room Portia had disappeared to, then pulled back in. “Stay.”
Dizzie’s heart monitor did a happy dance. He’d chosen her over Portia.
At least this once.
“What was she doing here?” Dizzie asked again. She kept her voice low because she didn’t want Portia to listen in.
“Your sister collapsed,” Killian responded, emphasizing the relationship.
Dizzie curled her lip. “How sure are we about that?”
“That she collapsed? One hundred percent.” He looked her dead in the eye. “I caught her before she hit the floor.”
Asshole. He knew exactly what she meant.
“Aren’t you the hero—two rescues in one day.” Sarcasm dripped from her words.
Dammit, she had to stop lashing out at the one person on her side.
“Why are you acting like this? Aren’t you happy to find out that you have a sister after growing up in the orphanage?”
He was absolutely sincere. How did he not understand?
“She wants to arrest me, possibly kill me, since she already hit mewith her car.Did you see the look on her face when she did it?” She had to get out of here, and fast. “I’m feeling a lot better. When can I leave?”
“I don’t know,” Killian said. “That’s a conversation between you and the doctor.”
She looked at him warily. Could it be that easy? “If they released me today, I could just go?”
He looked pained. “No. There’s still the matter of the bombing. And finding the bomber.”
