“What if he was only coming every day out of obligation?” she blurted out to her friend.
Zara stared at her for a heartbeat before a loud bark of laughter burst out of her. “You have got to be kidding me, right?”
She shrugged. “It’s not an unreasonable assumption.”
“Oh Indi, that man is so smitten with you, it’s ridiculous.”
“Then why hasn’t he said anything?” Now she sounded like a whiny teenager, which so wasn’t her, but she couldn’t ignore how she was feeling.
“Have you?” Zara countered back.
“No.”
“Well, there you go.” Zara got up and sat next to her on the bed. “Maybe he’s waiting for a better time to say something than in a hospital. But I don’t think you should doubt anything about that man. He is one hundred percent gone on you. I’d be jealous if I hadn’t met someone before I came here.”
Indigo stared at the blush blooming in Zara’s cheeks. Nothing ever embarrassed her friend. “And you’re just telling me now? How long have you been here?”
“I was waiting for the right time.”
“Tell me everything! I can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me.”
“I met him at a function with Daria. He’s got his own business, and he’s very successful, so he doesn’t feel threatened by me like so many other guys I’ve dated.” The happiness in Zara’s voice was evident, along with the way her eyes sparkled with excitement.
“I’m happy for you. I can’t wait to meet him.” Her plans, after the shoot, had been to spend an extra week in Broome, but that changed with her stabbing. She didn’t even know if she would be going back to Broome to finish the shoot. She wanted to.
She had come to terms with what Louella had done to her. How she’d found someone to use their computer skills to sendthe messages to Indigo. It was also likely he’d arranged for the drone to take the photos. The police suspected the person lived overseas. The information Louella gave them was sketchy, so they didn’t even know if the name she’d been given was a real one.
The authorities were sure whoever it was wouldn’t come after her as they’d been paid by Louella to do her dirty work so she could continue doing her job and no one would suspect her of committing the crimes. Indigo trusted them to be right. Wilt was still trying to find the person responsible. He’d told her that, and she believed that one day he might find the culprit.
All that mattered to Indigo was that she was alive, and hopefully she had a future with Wilt. She didn’t want to go back to Sydney. She wanted to stay with him. She and Zara had already talked about it, and traveling to places overseas from Perth might take a little longer than from Sydney on occasions, but it wasn’t impossible.
All of that was subject to how Wilt thought of her, and if he believed they had a future together. Something she was determined to ask him once she left the hospital.
“I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” Wilt asked as he knocked on the door.
He looked devastatingly handsome in his dark blue jeans and light blue chambray shirt. The color accentuated his eyes.
“Nope, I was just going. My flight leaves in a few hours, so I need to go collect my stuff from the hotel and get to the airport.” Zara hopped off the bed.
“I can get one of the guys to drive if you’d like?” Wilt offered.
“It’s fine. I’ve arranged for a car, but thank you.” She gave Indigo one last hug. “I’ll be in touch.”
Indigo returned the hug, knowing that the dynamic had changed in their relationship. Not in a bad way, but in a way that showed they were about to head in different directions of theirlives. With the way Zara spoke about her new man, Indigo could tell it was serious. And she was happy for her best friend.
“You ready to blow this joint?” Wilt asked, coming over and brushing his lips against hers, lingering for a little longer than he normally did when he greeted her. Her body warmed, like it always did when he was close.
“Sure am. Just waiting for the doctor to arrive to sign my discharge papers.”
“Hopefully he won’t be long. I’ll start taking these to the car.” He indicated to the vases of flowers and other gifts that had been sent to her. She’d received some from Jeffrey and Greta, and even Jordan and Kyle. Power Security had given her a big fruit basket, which had been heaven sent. She’d loved the variety of it all. There’d been flowers from friends, and even from some of the brands she’d worked with.
“Are they all going to fit?”
“It’s okay, I hired a trailer.” He winked as he picked up two of the vases, wincing a little.
“You shouldn’t be doing that, you’re going to strain your shoulder even more,” she admonished.
“Diva, the shoulder is fucked, and I’m going to have surgery on it soon. Nothing I do now is going to make it any worse.”
