Hunter moved behind his bar and poured a splash of something stronger than champagne.
Without words, he stood beside the massive window overlooking LA. The tension in his body radiated.
“Are you going to tell me what I did wrong or be ticked all night?”
Instead of answering, he took a long drink and continued to stare out the window.
“Everyone loves you.”
She lowered her glass to her lap. “Wasn’t that the point of tonight? Introduce me . . . have your colleagues support my place in your life?”
He finished his drink.
Not a good sign.
She set her unfinished wine to the side and stood. “I’ll call a car to take me home.”
“No!”
She jumped.
“We just announced you as my wife. You leaving here tonight isn’t possible.”
The cold walls of the modern space started to close in. Hunter must have realized how he sounded and pulled back.
“Good God, Gabriella, I’m not going to attack you. Sit.”
The couch became a better option than hitting the floor.
“I have a spare room,” he told her. “You can sleep there. Tomorrow we’re leaving for the weekend.”
Her heart started a rapid ascent and her breathing quickened. “Leaving?” She stood again, her head spun.
“A weekend away. A honeymoon. We need to—”
On some level she knew Hunter was still talking, but Gabi’s head soared to a completely different time . . . different place.
“A weekend away . . . I need to make up to you all the time I’ve been away.” Alonzo stood beside her, his smile genuine. “I want to reconnect with my fiancé.”
She kissed him knowing the staff wasn’t anywhere close and he wouldn’t object.
Her stomach twisted and an all too familiar rush washed over her, hot . . . needy. “More . . . please.”
Gabi felt the pinch of her skin. Felt the drug take hold . . . and she hit the ground.
Hunter dropped the glass in his hand, jumped over the table, and still only managed to catch Gabi a few inches before she hit the floor.
“Gabi?”
She was out. Her eyes rolled back, her face pale.
“Andrew?”
He lifted her onto the couch, careful with her head. “Andrew!” he yelled.
Half dressed, Andrew rushed into the room. “What happened?”
“Cold washcloth.”
Andrew fled to fill his request.
He was an ass . . . he’d scared her with a few words. The strong woman he’d seen traversing the room all night couldn’t possibly be the same one passed out in his arms.
Hunter felt three shades of awful.
Andrew emerged, thrust a cold washcloth into his hands.
Hunter ran it over Gabi’s forehead. “C’mon . . . wake up.”
They both hovered over her.
Andrew started to squirm. “Should I call nine one one?”
Hunter placed his fingers to her throat, felt a steady, albeit rapid, pulse and shook his head.
“Gabi? Wake up.” He leaned his head close to hers, felt her breath on his cheek. “Please.”
He was a breath away from telling Andrew to call when she started to stir.
Hunter dropped his forehead to hers. All the energy he’d placed in his anger diffused.
Her eyes fluttered open, but the blank look beyond her eyes told Hunter she was still lost.
The moment fear entered her gaze, Hunter drew his frame back but kept his hands on her shoulders to keep her from jumping again. “Are you OK?”
Her nose flared as she attempted to draw in a deep breath. Gabi looked beyond him to Andrew and blinked. “What happened?”
“You passed out.”
Her lower lip started to tremble, she kept looking between the two of them as if uncertain what had happened. Her voice wavered. “Can I get a glass of water?”
Andrew didn’t hesitate.
Hunter softly stroked her bare shoulders and waited for her color to return. When Andrew returned, Hunter helped her sit. She took the water and closed her eyes when she drank it.
“Thank you,” she managed.
“Can I get you anything, Mrs. Blackwell?”
“No, Andrew. I’m s-sorry to worry you.”
Hunter ignored the look of concern on Andrew’s face as he disappeared around the corner.
Gabi set the glass aside and attempted a smile.
“Are you sure you’re all right?”
She shook her head. “No. No, I’m not.” She pushed away from him and his hand fell from her shoulder. “I won’t go anywhere alone with you, Hunter. Not yet, anyway.”
All this was because she feared being alone with him? “I gave you my word I wouldn’t hurt you.”
“I want to believe you.”
“Then do.”
“It’s not that simple. My head tells me that lightning won’t strike twice, but there’s no guarantee.” She was shaking again and Hunter had a strong desire to pull her into his arms.
“What lightning is that? What did he do to you?”
Doubt filled her face. “I can’t . . . I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing, Gabi. We’re in this for the next year and a half. How am I going to know what words to be careful of using if you don’t tell me what happened?”
The words were there . . . hanging between them. Her dark eyes searched his.