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I shrugged, "Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer." She gave me a deadpan look and squeezed my hand tighter. It didn't hurt but I knew what she implied. "We have our reasons, and we will tell you in time. Just know that it wasn't us who attacked your father, or you at your father's funeral, but someone did. They are still out there, and we don't know who they are."
Catalina just nodded and remained silent.
"So, you don't hate me?" The words were out of my mouth before I knew I was even going to say them.
A hint of a smile played on her lips and her eyes twinkled, making her look cute and vulnerable. "No. Maybe that night I was angry at you, but I was mainly confused. I didn't know what to think. I thought I couldn't trust you. You said we were enemies, and you wouldn't tell me who I was when you clearly knew from the start. So yeah, I was mad, but I was also sad that I had to leave you all… and leave you."
A spark of hope flickered in my chest as she continued.
"I really am sorry about everything I did that night." I could tell by the sincerity in her eyes that she was telling the truth.
"Everything?"
"Well, not everything. Playing on the lounge was pretty fun,” she grinned, biting her lip.
I suppressed a smile at the thought. 'Playing on the lounge' was the most turned on I had been in a long time. Nobody had pulled a gun on me like that before and it had been sexy as hell.
"Maybe we can continue where we left off then?"
She smiled. "I like the sound of that. But what about Nico?"
I lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. "Don't worry. I will take care of Nico. I'll let him down gently."
She shook her head. "No. That's not what I meant. What I meant to say is, I like you both and I don't want to choose between you. I want you both, and I won't have it any other way."
"What?" I was dumbfounded.
What the fuck is this woman doing to me?
Chapter six
Catalina
The faint sound of the door clicking closed woke me from my slumber. As I blinked the sleep from my eyes, I looked about the dark hospital room, and froze at the sight of the hooded figure standing unmoving in the corner. They were half hidden in the shadows and I tried to lean up in bed to get a better look, but my elevated leg wouldn’t allow me to move. I tried to quell the rising panic as I reached over for the emergency call button, but a palm rose from the shadows, freezing me in fear.
"Please, stop. You have nothing to fear." The voice was low, calm, and clearly masculine. The intoxicating smell of patchouli and sandalwood invaded my nostrils and I calmed.
It was him.
"Wh- What are you doing here?"
"I had to come see how you were doing after your accident," he replied. "When I found you on the road, you were not in a good way."
I frowned, "You were at the accident?" I waited for him to reply but he remained silent. "It was you who called 911 wasn't it? You were the good Samaritan?" There was more silence, and I nearly gave up on receiving a reply.
"Perhaps."
More silence.
"Did you come here just to stand in the shadows and watch me?"
"Perhaps."
"Well, that's not at all creepy," I scoffed.
A quiet chuckle escaped his lips as he stepped into the dim light cast through the window from the streetlights below. He wore his usual hood that covered most of his face, and with his tall stature and broad shoulders he did look creepy.
Like a grim reaper stalking the hospital halls.
