Page 54 of And It’s Still You

I swung the door open, and the smile stretching across her face vanished. Her eyes traveled up my frame, taking me in from head to toe.

With the corners of my lips curving upward, I crossed my arms and asked, “May I help you?”

“Is O here?”

“He isn’t. What do you need from him?”

“Oh, he would know. Just let him know Jess came looking for him and to give me a call back when he can.”

“You can go ahead and delete his number, Jess. I know it’ll be hard, but forget he existed. It’ll be best that way.”

Her arched brows dipped. “Excuse me?”

“Are you hard of hearing or something?”

“Who are you?”

“His wife.”

“Oh, please. He’s divorced.”

“And we’ll be remarried very soon.” I tilted my head to the side and trailed my tongue over my top teeth. “Why do you think he’s been ignoring you every time you call?”

Jess held her palms up and started taking steps back. “You got it, girl. One thing I’ll never do is argue over a man. There’s plenty of more dick out there.”

“I’m glad you know.”

I watched until she got in her car and drove away. Shea had better be happy he was in a coma, or it would’ve been me and him. Knowing I couldn’t be mad about it, I took a moment to gather myself before I left. I didn’t want to take any negative energy to the hospital. Shea only needed positive, uplifting energy around him, and so do the little one in my stomach. If the circumstances were different, I would’ve snapped.

I was back in that mode.

When it came to O’Shea Collier, it was up with anyone, and I meant that.

18

O'SHEA COLLIER

Two weeks later . . .

Finally.

I could open my eyes.

Slowly, I fluttered them open, only to be met with a blinding light. I inwardly groaned and tried to lift my arm to shield my eyes, but I was too weak. My throat was dry. My body felt funny. My chest hurt. Everything was hitting me at once, and I guess the overload had my monitors going crazy because I felt Moya standing over me as she yelled for the nurses.

“What’s going on?” she questioned, panic evident in her tone.

“He’s waking up.”

Seconds later, everything went quiet.

“Mr. Collier? Can you hear me?” the nurse asked.

If I didn’t have a tube in my throat, I would’ve asked her why was she so loud. Instead, I tried to open my eyes again as I nodded my head. Moya’s cries had me popping my eyes open to find her. She was to the right of me with tear-stained cheeks. Our eyes met, and she broke down harder.

“Thank You, God. Thank You.”

“Alright, Mrs. Collier. I need to get the doctor in here so we can thoroughly look over Mr. Collier. Do you mind taking a step back?”