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“I don’t want to fight.”
“I’m not fighting, just keeping you from dying.”
Damn controlling man!
Knowing there’s no chance I’ll win this battle, I let myself be carried away in silence until he settles me on a comfortable couch. But he doesn’t walk away. He sits on the edge of it—an almost impossible task since he’s huge—and examines my injured hand.
I shudder at the touch.
He notices but doesn’t let go. “Don’t do that anymore,” he says. “You could have fallen down the stairs.”
“I needed to come talk to you.” I don’t look up at him because, even in pain, his closeness makes my body heat up. “Nurse Beth couldn’t tell me what happened to Bia. I know my parents are fine, and I really appreciate what you did for them, but now I want to hear about everything else.”
“Calm down.”
“I can’t. I need to know where Bia is, Christos. Please tell me the truth.”
“Bia’s in a coma.”
Christos
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Shit!That’s not how I planned to tell her, but I’m not known for sugarcoating things.
“Tell me everything.”
I was expecting tears, so it surprises me when Zoe’s face looks serene instead. This is definitely not the woman I was with in Spain, but it’s fascinating all the same.
At our meeting and later at the hospital, I assumed she would need to be taken care of, perhaps based on what happened in the past. Now, it only takes me two seconds to understand that no, Zoe is sensitive and maybe has been through a lot more shit in her young life than most people, but she’s not a fragile little flower.
I get up and sit on the chair opposite her because the desire to touch her is too much, but the timing is not right. “I’ll tell you everything, but first, tell me how you’re feeling.”
“I have no pain, just the wound on the hand that bothers me a little.”
“From what I’ve gathered from the doctors, you both passed out inside where the fire was burning. A beam fell and hit your agent in the head.”
“So, it’s serious?”
“I think any blow to the head calls for care.”
Again, no tears, but the uninjured hand clenches into a fist. “It was Mike . . . my ex-husband.”
I try not to show any surprise at the confirmation. Zoe has no idea, but I already know everything about him. “How sure are you?”
“Bia told me. I went out to buy something. My hair was hidden, and I was wearing baggy clothes and a mask because my mother asked me to.”
“Mask?”
“Yes. The nurse told me that we are locked up here because of the virus. Mom told me that my Dad predicted this months ago. He’s a Virgo with a Capricorn rising,” she says as if that makes any sense to me, “so he’s always prepared for the worst.”
“You shouldn’t have left the house alone so late.”
“I don’t usually do that, but I had a craving,” she says, her cheeks flushing. “Maybe I shouldn’t say this because you’re my new employer, but the truth is, I was treating myself to a tub of ice cream.”
“Because of the meeting? Did that make you anxious?”
“That too, but mostly because of what had happened that last week. As I told you, I filed for divorce. I’d already started the divorce process with a lawyer.”
