He sighed. “Does this have anything to do with the other night?”
“No.” Nick had stopped by hours after Stephen left. Hours after she broke the mirror. And now she was the liar.
“You can talk to me, you know. If you’re having a hard time or…whatever.”
“Yeah? Like I could talk to you about getting my period? Or buying tampons?”
Nick’s face screwed up at the memory and the tension eased. “Really. I’m fine. I was on my way to the meeting with the city this morning and—”
“What meeting?”
Well, shit. “Something about the property I needed to take care of. Anyway, I got lost and I guess I got upset. But I’m fine now. I want to go home.”
He’d heard that last bit before. At least this time she wasn’t begging and crying after weeks, months, of being confined to a hospital room.
“Okay.” He stood, patted her hand awkwardly. “I’ll get the doctor.”
“Nick?”
He stopped and turned at the door. “Yeah?”
“Please don’t worry.”
He gave the tiniest nod and left the room.
Damn it. Just when she decided to step up and step out on her own, and now her brothers would be more worried than ever. One minute she’d been noting street signs and the next…she’d just lost it. Her heart rate was fine now, the chill gone. She knew what had happened, the why and the how, but it didn’t make her feel less stupid. Didn’t make her less the weak little sister to four ultra-strong brothers.
The heavy door cracked open and Mia’s face filled the gap. “Hey. How’s the patient?”
“Good.”
“Rough day, huh.” Mia sat on the edge of the bed and took her hand, so much more at ease than Nick had been. “I guess you know you had a severe panic attack.”
“Yes.”
“That’s not unusual after all you’ve been through. Honestly, I’m surprised it hasn’t happened before.”
Hannah rolled the edge of the scratchy sheet between her fingers and Mia let out a heavy sigh over the silence. “It has happened before. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I thought I was just having a moment. Doesn’t everyone have moments?” She made a weak attempt at a smile.
Mia gave her a look that said, You know better.
“I haven’t had one since I’ve been seeing you. Haven’t had a bad one in several years.”
“Do you have any idea what brought it on?”
“I had a nightmare.” Hours after I spilled my guts to a man I thought might mean something.
The hospital door flew open and Nick stepped through like a dark storm. “No one knows where the damn doctor is. But as soon as I—”
Her brother froze, drew in a sharp breath like he’d been punched in the stomach, and let it out on one word. “Mia.”
And it just got worse. As far as she knew, Nick and Mia hadn’t seen each other in ten years. Another thing that had ended because of her.
—
Stephen barely registered the noise coming from outside his office door as the reports he stared at blurred. Seconds later it came through his office. Nick Walker, looking like a man going into the ring.
“What the hell did you do to my sister?”
Stephen stood and came around his desk. “What are you talking about?”
“First I find her crying her eyes out and today she ends up in the hospital freaked out of her fucking mind!” Nick gave him a two-handed shove and his voice dropped to a growl. “What the hell did you do?”
His stomach tightened painfully and a million possibilities raced through his mind. “She’s in the hospital? Where?”
“Like I’d tell you.”
Matt strode calmly into Stephen’s office, past his concerned admin, hovering at the threshold. “Problem?”
“I’m warning you,” Nick said, ignoring Matt and stabbing a finger at his chest.
Matt uncrossed his arms and shifted closer.
“No.” Stephen held up his hand against Matt’s intervention. He’d earned the man’s anger.
Nick closed his hands into fists and stepped back, looking at Stephen like he was too disgusting to touch.
He knew Hannah was upset, had been racking his brain all night and day for what he could say to make up for not saying a damn thing when he should have, but…she was in the hospital? “What happened?”
“None of your fucking business. She’s fine, she’s home. And she sure as hell doesn’t need you. Stay the hell away from my sister,” Nick spat, and stormed out of the office the same way he’d come in.
A moment of silence passed as the tension in the room dropped a notch.
“Another brother?” Matt asked, closing the door.
“Yeah.”
“Damn, dude. How many brothers does this girl have?”
“Four.”
“Well, you’re halfway through. You planning on pissing them off one by one?”
Stephen didn’t answer, just moved to the wet bar and poured himself a drink. He’d fought it, kept the minibar in here just to prove he could fight it. But he was done.