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I snorted.“Don't tell me you’re a Taylor Swift fan,andyou readFifty Shades.”

Carter simply waggled his eyebrows, and that was it for me.

This man had my whole heart.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CARTER

I was aboutto climb into bed when my phone buzzed.It was the first night Olivia and I had spent apart in weeks, and I wasnothappy about it.But she had insisted—something about not wanting me to get sick of her.

Fucking impossible.

OLIVIA

Hi.I'm so sorry, but I probably won't be able to make it to work tomorrow.

CARTER

Is everything okay?

OLIVIA

I'm in the hospital.

Panic erupted in my chest.

CARTER

What hospital?What happened?

I'd spent enough time in hospitals with my mom that I avoided them at all costs.But for Olivia?I'd get over it.

OLIVIA

Riverside.I'll have to reschedule tomorrow afternoon's meeting.

CARTER

Forget about the fucking meeting, Olivia.Are you okay?

OLIVIA

I'm fine.

Fuck.She wouldn't tell me, even if there was something wrong.I grabbed my keys and stormed out of the door in my pajamas.

Google Maps claimed it was a twelve-minute drive, but every red light seemed to last for an eternity.My heart raced as I weaved through late-night traffic, my mind rolling through endless possible scenarios.

And what the hell was that text?

My knuckles were white on the steering wheel as I sped down 315.I kept mentally replaying Olivia’s message, each word a dagger to my heart.Why was she treating me like I was nothing more than her boss?After everything we'd shared, it was a slap in the face.

Had I misread our entire relationship?The thought made my stomach churn.No, that couldn't be it.I'd seen the way she looked at me.We had the kind of chemistry that was impossible to fake.This had to be something else.

Maybe she was trying to protect herself, or me.Hospital visits were never good news, and Olivia had been through enough already.Was she pushing me away to spare me from whatever was happening?

As I pulled into the hospital parking lot, I dialed Wick for the fifteenth time, and for the fifteenth time, it went to voicemail.Lotta help he is.