Page 2 of The Billionaire's Destiny

“Signorina?”

I raised my brows. “Sì, ufficiale?”

“Signorina, quest’area è chiusa. Deve usare l’altro ingresso.”Miss, this area is closed. You must go around to the other entrance.

“Mi scusi, signore. Mio marito è qui e devo trovarlo.”Excuse me, sir. My husband is here, and I need to find him.

“Chi è tuo marito?”Who’s your husband?

I squared my shoulders. “Rocco Marini.”

“Marini? Rocco Marini?” His voice rose.

I cleared my throat. “Yes, Rocco Marini.”

He studied me, brows knitting as his gaze swept from my head to my sneakers. I glanced down at my plain pullover and jeans, suddenly self-conscious.Should I flash my wedding ring?

“Adelina?”

I spun around just in time to see Paul Crane making his way toward me. The officer caught sight of Paul, his expression shifting from stern to recognition.

I rushed to Paul’s side. “Do you know what’s happening?”

“Some,” he said, frowning. “Where’s Zane?”

“On the road with Olivia. I ran ahead to get here. Is Rocco okay?”

“He’s being treated—”

“Treated for what?”

He scanned the area. There were a few staff busy working, but we weren’t private. “Come. I’ll explain everything.”

I followed him to a family waiting room, where a security guard stood in front of it. Rick was inside and walked over to us. “Just spoke with Zane. I’ll tell the doctor you’re here, Adelina.”

“What happened at the lodge?” I asked.

He hesitated.

I tensed. “Rick?”

“I’ll tell her what I know,” Paul said. “Please tell the doctor his wife is here.”

Rick left without another word.

I turned to Paul. “So, tell me what happened.”

Paul seemed to carefully blank his expression. “Rocco was in a snowmobile accident with George near the lodge.”

I grimaced. “Snowmobile?”

“Yes. It was a two-seater; Rocco rode as a passenger with George driving. He lost control going over a ridge, and the snowmobile flipped. Both of them were thrown. It took time to rescue them because of the snowstorm.”

“He’s here now? So he’s okay? Can I see him?” I wrung my hands.

“They’re checking him over because he lost consciousness—”

“Oh, my God,” I cried, my voice breaking. From what I knew, prolonged unconsciousness was the result of a brain injury.