“Hey,” Jett says smoothly, taking my face and urging me against him. “It’s not your fault. Nothing is your fault.”
“I’m a terrible person.” I contradict him.
“No, you’re not. Trust me. You made a terrible decision, but that does not make you a terrible person. CJ wouldn’t love a terrible person.”
“I don’t deserve him.” I rest my head on Jett’s shoulder, soaking his shirt with tears.
“Let him decide that.” He pets my head tenderly, and I swear it puts me under a spell. I sigh, exhausted, as Jett holds me close.
“How can he ever love me now?”
“How can he not?” Jett coos. “Everything is going to be okay, sweet girl.”
“How do you know?” I challenge him, desolately.
He actually chuckles.
“Because I know everything.”
I FEEL THE PAIN INmy shoulder before I even open my eyes.
“How was your nap?” Kayne peers down at me with that wicked gaze of his.
“Not long enough.” I flutter my eyes drowsily.
“That’s probably just the morphine talking. Fun stuff, huh?”
“Sure.” I sink into the pillow right before I realize what’s missing. “Where’s Tara?” I nearly shoot out of bed.
“She’s fine.” Kayne pushes me down.
“I need to see her.” I try to get up again, but the big guy denies me.
“There’s a reason I’m standing here.” He crosses his arms authoritatively.
“So I don’t go anywhere?” I grumble.
“Precisely.”
“She’s really okay?” I want a guarantee.
Kayne’s stone expression slips. “You can go see her in a few. There’s something we need to show you first.”
“That’s all I get?”
He nods steadfastly.
“You needed two blood transfusions,” he announces randomly after a moment of silence as if trying to make casual conversation.
“That’s wonderful. How many did Tara need?”
Kayne shakes his head impassively. He’s not going to giveme a dime. If it were him, and I was withholding information about Ellie, he would have a scalpel to my throat by now.
“She didn’t need any, thankfully.” Jett strolls into my hospital room holding an iPad.
“Shut the door. Lock it.” He makes a head gesture at Kayne.
I perk up. That shit is never good.
