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I turn around, adjusting Rayna on my hip.
“Zara… it isn’t what you think.”
I shrug. “It doesn’t really matter what I think, does it?”
After a beat, he murmurs, “No, I suppose not.”
I escape the tension and like a coward, I don’t say goodbye. I need to get over what I feel for Leo Jackson. Like everything else that happens in my life, it’ll only be me who is left in pain.
Chapter Three
Leo
“You ready to get the hell out of here?” JJ booms the second he steps into the room, pushing a wheelchair.
Smothering my laugh, I slowly push up off the bed and swivel and land in the chair. I’ve been ready since seven this morning to get out of here. Three days in this hellhole is more than enough and if I have to stay any longer, I’ll lose my mind.
“Your mom is with Gunner and Harper. Do you wanna meet your nephew before you head to the club?”
“Fuck yeah.”
He pushes me through the hospital, unusually quiet, and I guess it has something to do with his son still having to stay here.
“Rayna’s been making you a cake with your nanny all morning. Heads-up, I think your nanny is better at buying cakes than making them.” He laughs.
I smile. Holly will only have baked a cake for the sake of keeping Rayna entertained. I’ve had the misfortune of taste testing one of their cakes and it took everything I had to force a smile and lie through my teeth, saying how nice it was.
“My nanny has a name,” I grunt.
“Not that I’ve heard you say it,” he retorts.
“Fuck you.”
“You wish.” His laughter fills the corridor but quiets when we reach Gunner.
Mom and Harper are sitting by his cot, and I peer through the window, getting a good look of him.
“Do you know I was terrified he’d look like you, but he’s all Jackson.”
I receive a punch to the arm, and I laugh.
“You remember Harper’s only half-Jackson, yeah?”
“That’s how strong our genes are. Besides, half-Jackson, half-Carter, he’ll be untouchable.”
“He’s strong, brother. The little guy is making huge progress every day. He’ll be home in no time.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
Spinning my wheelchair around, he bumps the door open with his ass and wheels me into Gunner’s room. The place is so quiet, it’s eerily peaceful.
“Hey,” Mom coos, rising from her chair. “I’ll free up some room. Come find me in the cafeteria when you’re ready to leave.”
She says her goodbyes to Gunner and Harper, and I hear the door click shut behind me. My gaze is on my nephew. He’s so small, but I expected him to be smaller.
“How’s he doing?”
“They tell us he’s doing well. He looks strong, doesn’t he?” Harper talks, keeping her eyes on her son and a proud smile on her face.
