“He’s here,” I warned her, sure he was going to jump out of the shadows and attack her.
“No one’s here, Mr. Parker.”
But he was. I knew it. He was watching and waiting, toying with me until he decided to pounce. The price would be too high. I would lose everything.
“That’s it. Just let the medicine do its job.”
I wanted to beg the nurse to turn on the light and find that fucker, but everything turned fuzzy, and then I was out.
“Good morning, Mr. Parker. Feeling better today?”
I blinked at the morning light, trying to distinguish reality from dream. Had any of that really happened last night?
“Were you here last night?”
Smiling, she opened the blinds a little more, way too fucking chipper for whatever time it was.
“Of course I was. Don’t you remember?”
Walking over to the computer, she hummed as she checked things on the computer. But I was still reeling. She was here, but was it a dream? Was Austin really here?
If he was, I didn’t have a moment to waste. Bailey was in danger.
20
BAILEY
“Hey,baby! Ready for me to break you out of here?” I asked as soon as I walked into the room.
If I was expecting Liam to look better this morning, I was sorely disappointed. If anything, he looked ten times worse. Pale skin, sunken eyes, and he hadn’t even bothered to look at me yet. It was like his mind was a million miles away.
“Are you feeling okay?”
Finally, he looked up at me. “Bailey.”
“Yep, been here for a good thirty seconds at least. Are you feeling okay?” I pressed my hand to his forehead just to be sure he wasn’t running a fever, but he felt perfectly normal.
“Fine, just didn’t sleep well last night.”
“Who ever sleeps well in hospitals?” Hoisting a bag up on his bed, I grinned. “I already talked with the nurse and she said I was good to check you out. She’s getting the paperwork now. The doctor was by this morning, but the nurse said you might not remember that. She said she had to give you an extra dose of pain meds. So, I’m here to break you out!”
Instead of the excitement I expected, or at least a smile, he just grunted, pushing himself up in bed.
“Shouldn’t you be at work?”
A little taken aback, I stumbled over my words. “Um…I asked Wyatt if I could have a few hours off this morning to get you.”
“You shouldn’t have done that. I can get my own ride home.”
Wow. That was not the response I was expecting, but then again, he said he hadn’t slept well. I couldn’t take it personally.
“Well, I’m here now. I brought you a change of clothes.”
“Thanks.”
Well, at least I got a pleasant word out of him, even if he sounded pissed as hell.
“Do you need some help getting up?”
