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“Could you call the hospital for me? Maybe you’ll have better luck getting some information. Ask for a nurse who knows about his case, please.” Finishing, I fidget with my phone, tracing the edge of the screen nervously.
“Sure thing.” Gianna’s the best friend ever.
“Thank you, Gia,” I signal, my heart pounding in my chest like a trapped bird against its cage. Thoughts race through my mind, each more frantic than the last. What if he’s not okay? What if it’s too late?
My heart races. Tension coils in my gut. I bite my lip, struggling for patience.
“Uh, hi.” Gianna starts. “I’m the one who found Mr. Percival Hills… in the alley.”
Then I must wait for an answer. Phone calls aren’t friendly for me.
Silence. My chest tightens.
“Is he…?” I swallow hard. “Is he okay?”
She holds her hand up. “We need to wait,” Gianna mouths. “The woman is looking for his information.”
Mmmm. Weird, almost too easy to be true.
Then Gianna’s eyes open wide like saucers, something isn’t right. “Hey…” she says. “Oh my gosh…”
This craziness needs to finish now. I take my phone from her hands and end the call.
“Spencer? What did you do? You wanted to know about him, he was on the phone!”
Taking a deep breath, I try to steady my racing heart. Percival’s alive and taking calls. That should be enough for now. But it isn’t. My mind continues to whirl with unanswered questions, an inexplicable need to know more about this enigmatic man who’s somehow found his way into my life.
Chapter Five
Percival
AsIloungeonthe uncomfortable couch in my hospital suite, I find my thoughts consumed by her. The mysterious woman who saved me from that precarious situation, with eyes as green and captivating as emeralds. I replay the scene in my head, admiring her resolve and courage.
“Damn,” I mutter under my breath. “Who are you, Butterfly?”
I’m not one to let things go easily, especially when it comes to a woman who’s piqued my interest. And she’s done more than just that. She’s saved my life, for Christ’s sake. I need to find her, thank her, and repay my debt in any way I can.
The room phone rings abruptly, pulling me from my reverie. Intrigued, I hurriedly answer the call, pressing the device to my ear.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Hills,” comes a sultry voice, one I don’t immediately recognize. “I believe we met briefly at a recent event.”
“Did we now?” I ask coyly, leaning back against the cushions. “And what event might that be?”
“Listen, Percival,” she says, her tone suddenly serious. “This call is about that night, but I’m just an…”
But before she can finish her sentence, the line goes dead. I stare at the phone, dumbfounded.
“Damn it,” I curse, tossing the device onto the coffee table. The call may have ended abruptly, but my intrigue has only grown stronger.This call is about that night.
It had to be her.
“Who are you?” I whisper to myself. “And why did you save me?”
I know one thing for certain: I won’t rest until I’ve found her and learned the truth. My green-eyed beauty has sparked something I never knew I needed, and I intend to see it through to the very end.
It’s time to take a step ahead.
