Sky’s gaze flew back to him, and she visibly swallowed.
“It’s just a graze,” he said firmly.
Jesse nodded. “Good. Okay, call if you need anything.”
The door closed behind Jesse, and Becket turned back to her. “Sky—”
“We should go.”
He gritted his teeth in frustration. He wanted to push. To demand to know if she was just rocked by the accident or if there was more…and hewouldpush, just not here and now.
“Okay, Peaches. Let’s go.”
As they left the hospital, he tugged Sky into his side and scanned the parking lot.
Three incidents in the span of a month, all involving Sky, and all of which could have ended really badly for her.
It all left an acid taste in his mouth. He’d wanted to talk about it more with his brother, but Sky had already been too pale, so that wasn’t the time.
He’d call Jesse later. He’d also make sure Sky stayed by his side. He didn’t want the woman out of his sight until they got to the bottom of this.
Sky insisted on driving, and she kept her focus on the road.
When they reached their houses, she pulled into her driveway but walked toward his house, and he followed. He didn’t care which damn house they spoke in. They just needed to talk.
Inside, she went straight to the kitchen. “I’ll make you some coffee.”
He closed the door and dropped his keys before walking slowly to the kitchen. “I need you to tell me what’s going on in your head, Sky.”
She stilled, back ramrod straight.
“Something’s not right.” A few more slow steps forward. “I need to know what you’re thinking.”
“We have to stop seeing each other.”
Her words slammed into his midsection, making him flinch.
“I’m not talking about just dating.” She shook her head, her words running into each other. “I’m not even sure if wearedating. But we need to stop all contact.”
“Turn around, Sky.”
She didn’t. She clenched the kitchen counter so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
“Sky…” He stopped behind her, hands going to her waist. “I need to see your face.”
One more second and finally, she turned. There was the glint of tears in her eyes, and so much sadness that he could have fucking drowned in it. “Tell me what’s going on.”
“I told you, we can’t see each other anymore.”
“Why?”
“Because you were hit by a freaking car today, Becket!” She pulled out of his hold.
If she thought he was letting her walk away from him without so much as an explanation, she was dead wrong.
He caught her arm before she could leave the kitchen. “What does the car sideswiping me have to do with us seeing each other? If anything, it’s reason for me to stick closer.”
A tear fell down her cheek. “It’s not just the car. You also jumped into a river to save me.”
