Page 75 of Plunge into Obsession

She looked up at me from the charts, frowning a little. “You don’t know? I’m sorry, I assumed your husband told you already.”

“My husband?”

She shot me a confused look, like I was the confusing one and she wasn’t spouting a bunch of words I didn’t understand.

“Yes, the man who has been with you since your admission.”

“Gabriel? Are you talking about Gabriel?”

The nurse opened her mouth to answer me when the door opened again, and the man in question walked in.

He looked at the nurse, then at me on the bed, before he said, “Leave us.”

The nurse left without another word. Everyone behaved as if they were scared of Gabriel. How could I not have noticed that before?

Who the hell was Gabriel Cadorna, and what the hell had I gotten myself into?

The door closed behind the nurse, the sound of the click loud in the silent room. I flinched, and Gabriel watched me for a beat before he walked toward the bed.

Despite the early hour, Gabriel looked refreshed.

He was in his standard black three-piece suit that molded to his huge, muscular form nicely. His tall frame loomed over me as he got close. He brought with him that fresh earthy scent that I was quickly becoming addicted to.

I licked my lips, and without hesitation, he reached over for the cup of water nearby with the straw.

“Slow and easy,mi cariño,” he said softly when I greedily took the drink, nearly choking on it in my haste.

I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was until the first drop of water hit my lips. Gabriel rubbed his hand in a soothing, circular motion over my back, confusing the hell out of me.

I hadn’t gotten to know Gabriel well since I started working for him, but I’d always thought he was nice. Professional and reserved, but nice.

But his words yesterday? Corey’s reaction to making Gabriel angry? The nurse’s deference?

Was it because I had been completely blinded by him, and didn’t see what everyone had clearly seen—that Gabriel Cadorna was a dangerous man? Or was it because I was the only one to see Gabriel as non-threatening because he wasonlythat to me?

I didn’t know anymore.

I looked up and met his eyes as I drank the last of the water, and Gabriel took it away when I was done.

There was something about his eyes that made my heart race.

“What now?” I asked.

“Now you rest, and we’ll talk about everything once you’re discharged from the hospital.”

“When is that?”

“In just a few hours.”

“Do they know what’s wrong with me? Why did I faint?”

A strange look crossed his eyes, and I didn’t know what it meant.

“I think I was just tired,” I said when it didn’t look like he was going to answer me. I didn’t know why I said it. Perhaps because that strange look in his eyes looked a hell of a lot like pain.

And maybe I wanted him to tell me that was the case and confirm it wasn’t anything serious so I didn’t need to worry.

Whatever it was, I was sure the doctor would tell me before discharging me. I would worry about that when I got there.

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