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“Rex? What’s wrong?” I’m flush. I don’t know who the hell this is or why I’m not calling his brother, but here we are.
“It’s Aria. He’s got a concussion. Needs a hospital.” Curses fill the line, but then it goes dead on me.
Miffed, I look at the screen that lights back up as if the call never happened.
“Babe …” He’s slurring pretty badly. I grab his hand and give him a little jostle to keep him alert.
“I’m here,” I say, leaning closer to him. “What’s your name?” It comes out sounding more likeWexthan Rex, but I’ll take it. I nod him on and dare to ask another question. “When’s your birthday?” I can’t confirm whether he’s right when he answersme, but now I know a smidge more about this mystery man. Too bad it took a fucking car wreck to make it happen.
I sigh. At the situation and at myself. What would Chip be thinking of me right now? How crazy I am to still be next to this guy, even though he almost got me killed?
He almost died, too, Ari!
"Rex, stay awake.” I shake him and his head rolls to the window, then back to me.
Keeping an eye on him, I also eye the phone in my hand. I swipe every few seconds to keep the screen lit up in case I need to call someone else—I’m on the verge of calling for a damn ambulance—but I also can’t lie and say that the picture in the background doesn’t intrigue me.
“Tell me your name,” I demand and still get the right answer so my eyes wonder back down to the picture.
It’s one of Rex, his twin that does in fact look just like him, just shorter hair, and a few others. There are neon signs plastered behind them. I’m about to ask him about the picture when the driver’s door swings open, then slams shut, rocking the car with its force.
“Ian?” I ask, as the large man puts the SUV in drive and maneuvers out of the growing rubberneckers.
“Jesus,” He shakes his head, our eyes locking through the rearview mirror. “You’ve got a lot to learn, miss.” My brow furrows. His size is intimidating behind the wheel, the thing dwarfed in his hand.
“Be nice, Ian,” Rex speaks clearly, but I’m pretty sure I watch one eye go crossed while the other stays put.
Do I trust his judgment right now?
I look from Rex to the back of the driver’s head. We were just in a hit-and-run. And before that, we were being fucking chased. My brain launches into hyperdrive with overanalyzingthe situation and how bad this shit is. Shit likewhat if this isn’t Ianplagues me.
Why the hell were we being chased?
Who the fuck is Ian anyway?
Ian—at least I’ll call him that for now, until I can prove that he isn’t Ian—eases the car into a turn and floors it.
“Just doing my job, Rex.” He rebuts, changes lanes, then straightens again. “Which you apparently love making fucking difficult.” My stomach lurches at the excessive speed Ian chooses to drive, but I swallow the lump building in my throat to get my nerves at bay. We are trying to rush to a hospital, after all.
“Gotta live life.” Rex slurs again, his eyes locking on me for a long beat. I’m not sure if it’s because he’s trying to find something to focus on so his head stops spinning or if it’s a message to me.
It feels like a damned message.
I shake off his heady stare and turn back to the driver, who I now notice is equipped with a cord running down from his ear and into the collar of his shirt. He’s dressed nicely for a large man. Someone you’d expect to find in the gym, not behind the wheel of a nice ass SUV, donning a button down and slacks.
“And what exactly is your job, Ian?” I ask. Curiosity leaves a rock in my gut. It’s telling me I need to know, but the answer I get I’m not going to like.
“Hang on,” Ian suggests as he pulls the wheel hard into a turn and passes the hospital entrance. That rock that curiosity left in my stomach? Yeah, it just dropped through my asshole and out the bottom of the car. Nerves coat my palms as I risk a glance to Rex. He doesn’t seem phased at all, but I still don’t trust how cognizant he really is. He really needs medical attention.
Ian, the man that’s about to receive a new crater in the back of his head curtesy of my shoe, pulls the wheel again and has the car bouncing into a back entrance I’m certain the public is notsupposed to use. It’s meant for large deliveries and semis, not patients in need of care.
“What the fu—“ my words are cut off as a bay door opens and Ian flies through the opening without a care.
What the fucking fuck?
Rex’s door is swarmed with people in smocks the second the car stops, they pull him out and have his ass on a gurney before I can get out and around the car to his side. I have to run across the too smooth tile to catch up.
“Ma’am, you can’t be back here.” A nurse tells me as we bust through a set of double doors.
