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I sigh.
“Why don’t you call your man so you two can figure out your shit together? I need to sleep,” Ella says.
“You’re choosing sleep over your twin? I see how it is now. Anyway, this conversation was better than me getting lost in my thoughts, so thanks.”
She chuckles softly. “Anytime. Just, please, not in the middle of the night again.” She groans dramatically and I laugh as we hang up.
I stand up from my relaxed position on the bed and pace as I practice what I’m going to say to him.I’m sorry I kicked you out, come back.No.Come back home, Ezra. But you have to promise me no more secrets.No.I need you, dammit.No, no.Hey, come home fucking right now.
I palm my temple. Why am I so nervous? Fuck it. I’ll just wing it. I dial his number. I bite my lower lip as the line rings and rings and rings. Then the voicemail picks up. What? My stomach churns.
I know he wouldn’t purposely ignore my calls after what went down between us tonight, especially after he made me promise to answer his. I dial his number again. No answer. Oh God. I try to swallow but my mouth is so dry. One more time.
I dial his number.
“My God, you’re one persistent woman. You must be Charlotte Square.”
I freeze at the unfamiliar deep, husky voice. “Let me guess. Massimo Moratti?”
The man on the other end of the call chuckles deeply, “You flatter me. Did Ezra tell you about me then?”
“What have you done to him?” I growl. “I’m going to call the police. Don’t you fucking think I won’t.”
“Feisty. Don’t worry, sweet Charlie. I’ve freed your husband.”
“Freed my–” I start to say but the asshole hangs up. I immediately call back but he switched the phone off. Oh God, Ezra. I drop my phone on the bed to grip fistfuls of my hair with a low moan. What am I going to do? What am I going to do?
Just as I turn to pick up my phone again it starts to ring. I snatch it. “Hello?” Alex answers.
“Ezra has been in an accident. He’s in the hospital. I’m sending my driver to pick you up.”
An accident. “What? What happened?” My throat closes up, eyes stinging with hot tears as several scenarios run through my head. “Is he okay? Tell me he’s going to be okay.”
“He’s going to have to go through surgery. And he’s also lost a lot of blood. It’s 50/50 at this point,” he answers and I sway as a wave of dizziness hits me.
“What hospital?”
“My driver is almost at the house. Wait for him at the gates; he’ll bring you here.”
I hang up the call. He’s not going to say any more than that over the phone. I turn around the room aimlessly, then make myway outside. I jog up the graveled road leading to the front gates, heart pounding furiously. Please, God. Please, God. I can’t lose him. I can’t.Wecan’t lose him.
When I walk out of the gate, I see a black Rolls Royce waiting for me. The driver gets out and nods in greeting. Then he walks around to open the passenger door for me. I get in wordlessly.
“Cold?” he asks kindly. I glance up at him in surprise. “You’re shivering. And you’re not wearing shoes. It must have been freezing walking from the house in just that shirt.”
I glance down and sure enough, I’m still wearing just my sleep shirt–Ezra’s shirt–and I forgot to put on shoes. “Oh.” He blasts the heat, and I give him a grateful smile. But the warmth is only skin deep. The chill I feel is radiating from within my bones.
I press my head to the window, praying to any god that will listen. Sweet baby Jesus. Dear Buddha. Ya Allah. Zeus.Anyone. Please. Please. Please.
When the car pulls up in front of a small hospital, I jump out before the car fully stops. “Ms. Square!” The driver calls out, but I’m already jogging toward the entrance, barely feeling the pain of my feet being stabbed by sharp pebbles.
As soon as I stumble in, a nurse walks up to me. “Ms. Square? Follow me,” she orders when I nod.
I clasp my hands as I follow her through a door and down a never-ending hallway. She takes a right turn, and I rush forward, overtaking her when I see Andrea, then Autumn and Alex.
CHAPTER 39
CHARLIE
