Her jaw gets tight. “No. I remember waking up at Jonah and Raven’s this morning and then waking up here.”
Jonah had mentioned she stayed the night with them after she got run out by some piece-of-shit lowlife looking for her dad’s payoff. “Heard you had a visitor last night.” What I didn’t hear was why the fuck she called Slade instead of me.
Her ocean-blue eyes fix on mine. “How did you know that?”
“Been sitting in a waiting room with Slade for the better part of the day.”
She blinks and her eyes narrow. “What are you doing here, Cameron?”
What am I . . . ? What does she think I’m doing here? “You were in a car accident. You think I’d let you go through this shit alone?”
The answer is probably “yes” considering the man in her life who did a shitty job teaching a young Eve how she deserved to be treated. I should’ve chased after his ass when he ran even if only for one good crack to his jaw.
Her nose scrunches up in what looks like disgust before her head falls softly back to the pillow. Her gaze slides to the window. “Ah, makes sense, I guess.”
Makes sense she guesses? I look around the room thinking she’s got to be talking to someone else. “I missin’ something?”
Her chest jumps with what’s supposed to be a burst of non-funny laughter, but it must hurt because she grinds her teeth with a grunt.
“You need me to get a nurse?”
She pinches her eyes closed. “Go home, Cameron.”
No fucking way I’m leaving. Why the hell would she want me to?
My blood races and I try to keep my jaw locked so I don’t say some shit I can’t take back. I bite my lip and study the loose stitching of the blanket on her bed.
“Not trying to be a bitch, really, it’s just . . . I know what’s going on here, and I don’t want any part of it.”
My eyes snap to hers. “What’s going on here?”
“I’m stupid, I get it, but unfortunately for you, I’m not that stupid.”
“I don’t have the slightest fucking clue what you’re talking about.”
“Really.” The sarcasm is so thick in that one word it’s nearly impossible to keep me from responding on impulse.
I keep my lips clamped together.
“Only lost my memory for a day, Cameron, sorry to say.” She rolls her head against the pillow. “If I could forget what I saw, I swear to God I would.”
“You call the cops on him?”
Confusion carves into her injured face. “What?”
“The guy who showed up at your place. If he’s a loan shark, he might have a record. If you could identify him—”
“Stop.” She places her fingertips to her eyelids, like she wants to press in, but knows it’ll hurt like a bitch.
God, this is frustrating as hell. It’s not enough that being in this room is making me want to jump out of my skin. She’s laid up in a hospital bed, head wrapped up, bruised and angry red cuts marring her perfect fucking face, and now she’s talking as if she’s gone damn crazy. I run both hands through my hair, pulling with the hope that the scalp sting will calm my urge to roar “What the fuck are you talking about!” I blow out a long breath.
“You fucking left me for her.” Her voice hitches with emotion.
My eyes snap to hers. This is about last night? “No, I chased after ’Li to get her drunk ass home, which, by the way, was a huge fucking mistake.” Wait . . . my eyes get tight. “You told me to go after her. Practically shoved me after her.”
“I went to your house to talk to you after you left.”
“Okay, so why didn’t we talk?”
She pushes herself up about an inch, but the effort it took to do so has her panting. “I saw you. With her.”
I don’t know if I’m more insulted or pissed off about what she’s implying. “There’s no fucking way I’d touch D’lilah like that again. Whatever you think you saw is a mistake.”
What kind of clusterfuck is whipping up in that pretty and broken head of hers?
“You didn’t have a shirt on, she had her hand on your chest, and then she followed you back to your room. Do you . . .?” She sucks in a breath and swallows hard. “The way you were looking at her, Cameron, I see it in Jonah’s eyes when he looks at Raven and hers when she looks at him.”
I almost want to smile and how ridiculous her ideas of what she saw are. “You didn’t see what—”
“Will you stop treating me like I’m stupid! Fuck, I know what I saw.”
“Think you know what you saw.”
“At least have the decency to tell me the truth.”
“Eve—”
“I’m in a damn hospital bed, and I can’t even remember how I fucking got here. If you care about me at all, you’ll give me honesty. You’re in love with her.”
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re—”
“Just say it! Stop fucking lying.”
“I’m not lying. Shut up and let me explain—”
“I saw it!” She points to her face. “With my own fucking eyes. You’re in love—”
“Yes! Fine! Fucking feel better?” I push up and ignore the gasp that shoots from her lips when I shove a chair hard enough for it to hit the wall.