“Is security out there?”
His hesitation told her what she needed to know. “Are they here for me? Or for her?”
“I don’t know. Probably both.”
Fuck.Dizzie dropped her head back against the pillow and stared up at the ceiling. Every piece of good news was countered by bad. Her future looked bleaker by the moment.
Now she’d never be able to escape the Tremaines, not if she really carried their DNA. How had the hospital caught it? Why hadn’t the health centers at Tremaine Corporation ever noticed it?
She’d worry about that later. Killian was talking again and she’d totally missed it.
She shook her head. “Sorry, what?”
“It’s going to be okay,” he repeated.
“I hope so.” She sounded like a downer, so she tried to reengage. “Any nibbles on the reward?”
“I haven’t been back to Razor Jack’s.”
She scowled at him.
“Been a little busy here.” There were dark circles under his eyes, the product of worry and lack of sleep.
Dizzie sighed. “I can’t point fingers. I lazed around in bed all day.” She smiled to let him know she was teasing.
He didn’t smile back. In fact, his expression turned serious.
Her stomach sank.
Killian grabbed her hand. His fingers were icy as he laced them through hers. “I didn’t want to leave you here alone,” he said, his voice strained.
Her heart twisted at the pain in his voice. Did that mean he cared? He had every right to hate her for what she’d unknowingly done, but she hoped he didn’t.
Dizzie brought their joined hands to her heart. “I’m okay. You saved me.” She pressed her lips to the back of his hand. “If you hadn’t called the medic, if you hadn’t insisted they bring me here,” she looked around at the swanky hospital room, “I could have died. Whatever happens, you saved my life. Thank you.”
She kissed his hand again, then tugged. He resisted for a fraction of a second before he sat next to her.
“We’re going to figure this out, right?” She was in his world now and she’d need his help to navigate it. To survive it.
“We will.” He pulled her close. She rested her head against his chest, their linked hands caught between their bodies.
Killian shifted, stretched his legs out. Dizzie snuggled closer. His arms curled around her. For the first time since she woke up in the hospital, she felt safe.
Chapter40
By the timeDizzie opened her eyes again, Killian was gone, but the indent on the pillow next to her was proof she hadn’t imagined it. She’d slept well and felt rested. Her pain was nearly gone thanks to Killian and whatever miracle drugs they’d administered.
“I don’t know what he sees in you.”
Dizzie jumped at Portia’s voice. Her heart monitor beeped. God, she was sick of that thing reporting her every emotion.
Swiveling, Dizzie found Portia perched on a chair between Dizzie and the door, the dividing curtain pulled back. That wasn’t ominous at all. She wanted to respond to Portia’s taunt, but what could she say? Dizzie wasn’t sure what Killian saw in her either. And for someone known for being cool, calm, and collected, Portia had been showing some serious impulse-control issues.
Dizzie rubbed her legs. A lingering, painful memory from the last time Portia had let loose. She curled her fingers into the bedsheet in an effort to not take a swipe at her. Portia deserved it for trying to run Dizzie over.
For someone who had been similarly dressed in a hospital gown that last time Dizzie had seen her, the heir to the Tremaine Corporation now looked perfectly put together. Portia wore a somber black dress and black heels. Probably had a lackey fetch them for her. The only hint that Portia might be at less than her best were the shadows under her eyes and the pallor of her skin.
Dressed in a hospital gown and yesterday’s underwear, Dizzie felt dowdy in comparison and more than a little vulnerable. She needed a shower and clean clothes. Where had her bag ended up? Had it made it to the hospital?
