Marlon staggered, but he kept going
A beam crashed within inches of my face.That should’ve killed me.
Except now, my route of escape was cut off.
Marlon turned, waved, and then pushed his way out of the building.
Was that a wave that he’ll be back or a wave goodbye?
Panic engulfed me as my breathing intensified.
I’m not going to die today. I have Mom and Ulysses. I haven’t told the stubborn fool how I feel about him. There’s so much I just haven’t done.
I tried to dislodge the beam.
It wouldn’t budge.
Another crack.
Something hit my head.
Everything went black.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ulysses
“Idon’t care who you say you are, you’re not getting in to see my patient.” The Asian nurse with the piercing dark-brown eyes stared at me with his hands on his hips.
Quinton. The nurse’s name’s Quinton.We’d met at Fifties weeks ago.
“He’s my boyfriend. You saw me with him.” Because desperation was in order. Yes, Finn and I hadn’t defined our relationship in terms of words—but he had, somehow, become my everything.
Quinton’s eyebrow arched.
“Fiancé.” I jutted my chin. “New engagement.”
“Still not a spouse or a family member.”
“But—”
“Quinton?” A soft, female voice came from behind us.
We both turned to find Miriam. She had bags under her red-rimmed eyes. “Quinton, this is Ulysses. He’s really special to Finn. Please let him in. As a favor to me?”
“Oh dear.” Quinton moved to the firefighter. “You look like shit.”
“We almost lost him.”
“He’s going to be okay.”
I hoped the nurse had some insider knowledge I lacked becauseinjured in a firesounded really fucking bad to me.
“Yeah?” Miriam gazed at Quinton hopefully.
Or at least what I read as hope. I just didn’t know her well enough.
“Yeah. The doctor says once we get his oxygen levels higher, that we can move him out of the ICU. He’s a bit of a mess, but he’s going to recover. Okay?” He patted her arm.
