“A little.”
In response, she hit a button above my head that I assumed was for the nurse.
“I only went out to wash up and grab a coffee.”
“Have you been here all night?”
She nodded, squeezing my hand. “Of course. Where else would I be?”
Just like that, I started to cry again. This time in gratitude.
The nurse, Janet, arrived not long later, muttering under her breath at two shadowed figures outside my door. I shot Cammie a questioning look.
“I’ll tell you in a minute,” she whispered.
“Everything all right?” Janet said as she rounded the bed.
“I’m a little sore,” I murmured, wincing as a sharp throb echoed across my torso.
“Aye, it’s time for another dose of pain relief.” Janet moved a switch on the IV that was hooked into my hand, and I realized the top of my hand where it pierced a vein hurt too. “That shouldn’t take too long to work. Now, can I get you some breakfast? It’s continental. A wee bit of toast, that sort of thing.”
I nodded, not really hungry but knowing I needed to keep up my strength.
“You’re on fluid restrictions. Only water today, all right? But we’ll see if we can get you a wee tea or coffee tomorrow.” Janet winked at me with a smile and disappeared out of the room.
“God, I’d give anything for a coffee.” I eyed Cammie’s cup with envy as she took a sip.
She winced. “Don’t be jealous, babe. It’s vile, but I need the caffeine.”
I chuckled and then groaned as pain sliced through my gut. “Don’t make me laugh.”
“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“Not your fault.” We shared a small smile and then mine fell. “Where is he?”
Her brow furrowed. “Ramsay left yesterday. Put Quinn in charge of Akiva. Put private security outside your hospital door.”
My eyebrows shot up my forehead. “What? How?”
“No idea. But they’re the real deal.”
“How can he afford private security?”
Cammie huffed. “Oh, I have my suspicions Ramsay McRae is absolutely rollin’ in it. I have no idea how he made the money, but he’srollin’in it.”
He’d chosen not to stay by my side but he made sure I was protected? “Did he talk to the police before he left?”
“No, but the police haven’t shown up yet. I thought they’d be here by now for a statement. Maybe they’ll turn up today.”
“Where is he, then?”
Cammie’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t know. But Quinn is being cagey about it. To no one’s surprise, I was vocally pissed off that Ramsay left and didn’t come back. Quinn … well, he alluded to the idea that Ramsay is going after whoever did this to you.”
My mind raced. My first thought was fear for him. What if he was throwing himself into this mess with Halston Cole?
My second was …Whowas Ramsay McRae?
What exactly did he do in the Royal Marines?
