“They’d blameme!”
She was never going to do it. Unless Bonnie said something herself, she’d have to live with the White family’s hate forever. “Does Damien know?”
Maisie swallowed, and for a moment, Bonnie wasn’t sure she was going to answer. “He—”
“Bonnie.”
They both looked at Zane, who was now on his feet and moving toward them.
“Hey,” she said, “you’re awake.”
“You shouldn’t be on your feet.” He slipped an arm around her waist, and she leaned into him, letting him take most of her weight. He looked at Maisie. “What are you doing here?”
“I was just giving Bonnie these.” She held out the flowers.
A part of Bonnie didn’t want to take them, because she didn’t want anything from this woman. And maybe Maisie saw that, because she set them on the counter behind her.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” she said quietly. Then she slipped out of the room.
Zane glanced down at Bonnie. “What was that?”
“I’m not sure. I don’t understand why she came.” She studied the pink roses. “It’s like she wants things to be okay between us, but after what she did, that’s not possible. I don’t know why she can’t see that.”
“You’re right. Things can’t be okay between you two, because she doesn’t get to hurt you and still be your friend.”
“Yeah. And even if she hadn’t done what she did with Dean all those years ago, she’s now just standing back and letting her in-laws hurt me.”
Slowly, he led her back to the bed. “Come on. Next time, wake me.”
“You needed the sleep. You still do.”
“No. I need to stay by your side.”
She rolled her eyes. “I can go to the bathroom by myself.”
He helped her into bed, but even when she slipped beneath the covers, her gaze returned to the door.
What exactly had Maisie been hoping to achieve by coming here? Had she really just been worried and wanting to check that Bonnie was okay? Was she trying to reconnect?
Or was something else going on?
CHAPTER 31
Bonnie yawned and stared at the dark street outside the car as they drove. “Just so you know, I think it should be criminal to open the gym before the sun comes out.”
Zane chuckled. “We’re only open this early Wednesdays and Fridays, and because it’s a gym. A lot of people like to work out before heading to their jobs.”
“Crazy people,” she muttered under her breath. “Those are people I have nothing in common with.”
“Iamthose people. I usually get a session in before we open.”
“This must be that whole ‘opposites attract’ thing.”
“Well, I’ve certainly never been attracted to any six-foot-three men who like to hit a bag before work.”
She laughed, then winced at the pain in her shoulder. Even though a week had passed since she’d been shot, it still hurt to move and laugh and do basically anything. It probably would for a while.
Zane took his gaze from the road to look at her. “You okay?”
