With everything he’d seen, he would almost say it was timed so that her car would’ve been pushed into the middle of the intersection, guaranteeing that another car would’ve hit her.
He was missing something. Nothing about this added up.
Would Narelle have the answers?
Chapter
Ten
Narelle had woken the second the door clicked shut behind Andy. She’d been floating to consciousness when he’d told her he had to make a call. Her cheek still tingled from the brush of his lips, and he’d been gone a long time.
Or maybe it was only a couple of minutes, but it felt like an hour.
The door opened, and her hopes that it was Andy returning were dashed when a woman in blue scrubs and dark hair bustled into the room. “Good to see you awake,” she commented as she came up and placed her fingers around Narelle’s wrist to check her pulse; her grip a bit firmer than the other nurses had been when they’d done thesame thing.
The nurse’s gaze kept flicking to the door, as if she were worried they would be interrupted.
A sense of unease filled Narelle, like it had when she’d almost been taken in Bali. The only problem this time was that she couldn’t move. She was stuck in a bed with a broken leg.
She surreptitiously reached for the buzzer that was near her other hand. Her heartrate kicked up, and the machine monitoring it begin beeping a little faster. So much for keeping the nurse unaware of her uncomfortableness. Her flight instinct was kicking in, and if her left leg wasn’t covered in plaster, she’d have already gotten out of the bed.
Narelle gasped when the nurse pulled out a needle. Where had she been hiding that? “What are you doing?” she asked, inwardly groaning when she heard the way her voice shook. Another dead giveaway that she was panicking.
“It’s just your pain medication.” Her voice was soothing, but Narelle didn’t trust her at all. She didn’t know what it was about the nurse that was tugging at Narelle’s instincts, but she wasn’t going to ignore what her intuition was screaming at her.
“I don’t want any. My pain level is fine.”
The nurse patted her hand. “Yes, you do. You’re in a lot of pain.” A hint of hardness had entered her voice. Narelle fumbled for the buzzer. Surely another nurse would come in if she kept her finger on it. “And I don’t think you’ll be needing that.” The nurse flicked the cord away, and it clattered down the side of the bed.
Her life was in danger.
Why was this happening to her?
Sweat pebbled on her brow as another thought struck her.
Was her accident not an accident?
Was someone actively after her?
She opened her mouth to scream, but the nurse clamped a hand over it. “That wouldn’t be a good idea. Now just be a good girl and let me do this. You’ll be out of here in no time.”
What did she mean by that?
“What the fuck?”
In a flash, the nurse removed her hand from Narelle’s mouth, and shoved Andy as she rushed out of the room.
Everything froze for a minute. Andy’s mouth dropped and he frowned. His head swinging from the nurse to Narelle.
As though the play button has been pressed, he jerked into action and dashed out of her room.Narelle wanted to call him back. She didn’t want to be left alone. Helpless, because of her injuries.
What if the nurse hadn’t been working alone?
What had the woman meant when she’d said that Narelle wouldn’t be there for long?
Was she going to be kidnapped out of the hospital?
Was what happened to her in Bali connected to this moment?
