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Tessa’s hurrying down the stairs so fast, she slips on the last one and lands hard on her ass. The impact causes a set of keys to pop out of her pocket. The Porsche keys. She screams out in pain and grabs her back.
“You’ve got to be freaking kidding me!” I drop my bags and go to her. “Are you alright?” She outweighs me by about fifty pounds, but I wrap my arm around her back and help her to her feet.
“Thank you,” she says and glances at the keys. “Sorry, but he told me to hide them so you wouldn’t leave.”
“Just sit over here. I’ve got to put Nick back to bed.” I march over to him. “You know you shouldn’t be up,” I say, wrapping an arm around his torso. “Lean on me, come on.” We both nearly fall when he shifts his weight onto me.
He groans aloud and grabs his gut.
“Okay, take it easy now,” I say as we slowly make our way back to the bed.
“Is not what you think, Madison. Bash doesn’t love that girl.”
My attention is drawn to the bright red spot on his bandage. “You’ve ruptured the wound, Nick. Crap.” I help him lay back in his bed and I examine the bandage. This is not good. If infection and sepsis set in both Nick and my medical career are toast. I’ve got to treat him.
I access the medical supplies chest we brought from the ‘mobster’ O.R.
“He was forced by the bosses, Sergei is making him do it.”
I grab fresh bandages, antiseptic, and gauze. “Let me have a look at the wound.” I reach over to remove the bandage, but Nick grabs my hand.
“Please, I know you are angry, but you are wrong.”
“You knew all along that he had a fiancée. Did you two get a good laugh watching me act like I was his one and only?”
“You are, Madison. That is what I am telling you.”
I close my eyes and count to three to calm my nerves. “Nick, I’m just here to treat you. Please don’t talk to me about Sebastian. No matter what you say, he still lied to me. He told me there was no one else but me when all along he had a fiancée. How can I trust that man?”
“He was scared to tell you, was working up the courage. He was going to tell you at the museum.”
“At the museum?”
“Yes, he wanted a quiet place to tell you where you could not yell…like you have been for the last five minutes.”
“That’s why he wanted to go there…so I couldn’t yell at him? The manipulative prick!” I rage then remember this is not good for my patient. “That’s it, not another word about him, Nick. Just let me work.”
He nods and lays his head back against the pillows as I delicately peel the bandages off his abdomen.
“Ah, good. It’s not as bad as I thought. But you did pull one of your sutures out.” I reach for my materials. “I’m going to clean the area, apply a little anesthesia and antiseptic, and then close that section.”
He nods, though he remains silent, his eyes plead with me. I ignore them. There’s no excuse for what Sebastian did, none at all.
Chapter 12 – Damage Control
Myplantocomeclean to Madison about my fiancée has been ruined by that fucking cunt, Natasha! Now, no matter what I say, it will sound like I’m just trying to cover my ass. Mads will say I’m only telling her because I got caught.
I lean on the horn when the light turns green and the asshole in front of me just sits there talking on his cell phone. I gun the engine and whip around him. I’ve got to get home before she leaves. My heart sank like a stone when I received Nick’s frantic call telling me to get home immediately – Natasha is here with Mads!
I’m still shaking with anger and fear as I finally turn onto our street. I can’t lose Mads over this stupid shit! She’s refused to answer my calls. Even after Tessa gave Mads her phone so I could speak to her. She was wailing and ranting like a woman deranged. She’s so angry and hurt that nothing I say will calm her down.
Tessa had called me back to say that Nick, in an effort to persuade Mads to stay, ruptured his sutures. Madison being the consummate professional that she is has put her own broiling emotions on hold while she stitches him back up. This may be my one chance to make her hear me.
I pull up behind the Porsche instead of beside it so she can’t leave without giving me a chance to explain. I race up the stairs to the front door. I hurry into the living room toward Nick’s bedroom. At that very moment, Madison is exiting it closing the door behind her.
She freezes as our eyes meet. Hers are filled with unspeakable pain and anguish. I want nothing more than to take her in my arms and ease her suffering.
Tessa enters from the kitchen. “I’ve made some coffee.” She halts when she sees me.
