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“She doesn’t need this kind of shit on her shoulders. Let me call her so she doesn’t feel like she has to come down here.” Lorenzo holds out his hand for my phone.
I dig my cell out of my pocket and pass it to him, listening as he has a very quick conversation with my parents, assuring them that he’s fine and will be home soon. “Okay, I’ll be back,” I say. “Kyla, make sure this one doesn’t get out of that bed.” I gesture to my son.
“Uh, sure. I’ll… um… okay.” She nods, her eyes dropping to the floor.
I sigh and shake my head at the disaster that is going to be these two kids as I walk out the door. Fuck, I hope that boy knows what he’s doing. Kyla McKinley is not the kind of girl you mess around with when you’re looking for a good time. She’s the kind you put a ring on or run for your fucking life, hoping her father doesn’t catch you.
ChapterEighteen
Asilence falls over the room when my dad and the nurse leave. Kyla is doing that thing where she looks everywhere but at me again. I watch her as she takes in every inch of the room, which must be interesting because she sure is taking her damn time.
“Kyla,” I say, getting her attention. When she does make eye contact with me, I wish she hadn’t. Hidden beneath those big fucking blue eyes of hers is nothing but pain, sadness, fear, and unshed fucking tears. “What’s wrong?” I try to sit up. I want to reach her, but a sharp pain rips right through my side as I move.
“What’s wrong? Seriously, Lorenzo? What’s wrong?” she asks me. “Lie down. Stop bloody moving,” she curses me out. But with that hot Australian accent of hers, I just find it cute as hell. “What’s wrong?” Now her voice is firmer.
Oh, good, she’s pissed.
“Lorenzo, I thought you were bloody dead. I thought you were gone forever, and I didn’t even get a chance to tell you…” She stops herself from saying more.
“Tell me what?” I ask her.
“Nothing. It doesn’t matter. Are you okay? Like you’re not hurt too badly, are you?” she asks.
“It matters to me. Tell me what you were going to say, Kyla?” I urge her again.
“That you’re a pain in my ass,” she huffs.
“You’ve told me that before, multiple times. I think I even have it in writing.” I laugh and then stop because it fucking hurts. “Try again.”
“That I love you,” she says in the softest of voices. I hear it, though. Those words can’t be mistaken for anything else.
I smile. “You love me?”
“It doesn’t matter. Forget I said it.” She shakes her head and looks away.
“Nope, I can’t do that. Kyla, come here.” I hook my finger, calling her closer. She peers up at me and shakes her head. “If you don’t come here, I will get up out of this bed and get you myself. It’ll probably hurt like a bitch, but I’ll do it,” I tell her.
With a sigh, she reluctantly crosses the room to stand next to my bed. I pick up her hand and thread my fingers through hers.
“I have always loved you, Kyla McKinley.”
Her eyes widen. “You have?”
“Always. I’ve just been waiting until you took the time to notice me,” I admit. My birthday party was that moment. Best fucking gift I’ve ever received.
“It’s impossible to not notice you, Lorenzo. But this? It won’t work. We won’t work,” she tells me.
“Why the fuck not?”
“Well, my father will probably kill you. And that could be an issue,” she says.
“I’m not afraid of your father, Kyla.”
“See? That’s a problem too. You’re a mafia prince, Lorenzo, and I’m just a girl from Melbourne. I don’t fit into your world.”
“First of all, you are not just a girl from Melbourne. You’re the heir totwobillion-dollar empires, Kyla. You’re far from some average Joe Blow. And second, you fit just perfectly in my world, because youaremy fucking world.”
“We slept together, Lorenzo, once. We’ve never even been on a date. You can’t be sure that you even like me. I mean, I could be annoying.”
