I purse my lips at him and decide this conversation isn’t going anywhere. “I want to find the truth. We can work together to find it.”
“Right now you need breakfast and rest.” He rises from the bed.
I want to fight him on this, but he’s right. My head isn’t completely straight at the moment.
He stands. “Let me get you some toast and tea.”
As he turns to leave, I remember that the other night he accused me of taking Rocco. So why is he saving me?
“Do you really think I kidnapped Rocco?”
He inhales a deep breath. “A man kidnapped Rocco. What I hope is that you weren’t involved.”
“Hope?” It hurts that he doesn’t trust me even as I can understand why he doesn’t.
“At least I’m not weighing if it would be better to be with you or die.”
Touche, I think. “I wasn’t a part of it, but I think you’re right someone tried to cover their tracks.”
He slips his hands in his pockets, a casual move. But his expression is serious. “Is that how you ended up being attacked?”
“Maybe. My car was in for service. It never left the garage.”
His features darken and I can see he’s about to call me a liar. Before he can, I continue on. “The car that was at the Winter Festival wasn’t mine.”
“I saw the plate, Olivia. How do you explain that?”
“I don’t know. All I know is the GPS tracker has my car at the garage and another car at the Winter Festival at the time of Rocco’s kidnapping?”
“Whose car?” He asks, and I get the sense that he really does want me to be innocent of all this.
And yet, this is where I might lose him again. “An agent who was out on leave.”
“Convenient.”
“Yes, well he died of cancer a month later, so I don’t believe it was him. But it was someone.”
He studies me and then nods. “Let me get you some food. Then you need to get some rest. I have…business to take care of, but we can talk when I get back.”
“Why do I feel like you’re putting me off? We want the same thing, Dom.”
“If we’re going to do this, we need information. You need your computer and notes. I need mine. Now for once can you do as I ask and have breakfast and rest? Good God, woman. Do you say no automatically because it’s me or is that your answer to everyone?”
My lips twitch upward at his burst of frustration. “It’s probably you.”
He shakes his head but winks. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”
I wake and note that the light in the room is dimming.
“Sleep well?”
I turn to see Dom in the same chair, a laptop in his lap.
“Yes. How long have I been out?”
“Nearly five hours. Hungry?”
I shake my head. “No. I want to get to work.” I push myself up, sitting against the pillows.
