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“Yeah. He and Quinn went to drop the bags at the hotel and grab a shower.”
Something settled in my chest. I thought maybe I’d dreamed of his presence. It felt good to know he had been here.
Harley looked exhausted. Kind of like how I felt because despite having had hours of sleep, I didn’t feel rested at all.
He brushed his hair away from his face and rubbed the scruff on his jaw. From the looks of it, he was still wearing the same clothes he had had on at the coffee shop.
How long ago was that? I’d lost all track of time and there was no clock in here.
“What day is it?” I asked.
“Monday afternoon.”
My blood pressure spiked. “I was supposed to submit an assignment today!”
“Hey, it’s fine. College knows what happened. Nobody’s going to penalize you for not submitting an assignment.”
“Are you sure? The dean is looking for any excuse to get rid of me.”
“Very sure.” Harley’s voice was firm. “Now relax. Are you in pain? I can call the nurse? They’ve been popping in and out to check on you.”
No wonder Harley was exhausted. The poor guy can’t have gotten any sleep.
“I’m OK. Are you OK?” I asked.
“Me?” he replied in surprise. “You’re the one who was shot! I’m fine, sweetheart. Nothing a good night’s sleep won’t cure. Hopefully we can get you out of here soon so I can tuck you up in my bed and play doctors and nurses.”
He winked at me, and I laughed, even though it hurt like hell. I definitely needed more drugs. Like a fuck ton of them. But the drugs made me woozy so I was determined to do without for now.
“When are the guys coming back?”
“Soon.” He stood. “I need some caffeine. Be back shortly.”
Five minutes later, the door swung open and a nurse walked in. “Oh you’re awake, honey. That’s good. There’s a couple of cops waiting to talk to you. Do you feel up to it?”
I nodded. Since I couldn’t remember anything, this wouldn’t take long.
“OK, I’ll send them in.”
She disappeared and a minute later, two guys with cropped hair and badges appeared.
“Miss Blake, how are you feeling?” asked the taller one. “I’m Officer Stanton and this is Officer Morello.”
“Like shit,” I replied, honestly.
“What can you tell us about the shooting?”
“Not a lot.”
It was a short conversation. Once they realized I had no clue what happened and why, they gave up and left. I lay back against the pillows and thought about Dad.
Could me being shot have anything to do with being threatened by that psychopath?
The police told me it was a failed gangland shooting, but the whole thing did seem a bit of a coincidence. I’m threatened by a thug and the very next day, I’m shot.
Maybe I should have mentioned this to the cops. But then I gave myself a mental shake.
Nope.
