Page 127 of Betrayal of a Billionaire
“Obviously. This bed is awful, the room service is awful, and there aren’t even blackout curtains. That’s why I need to get out of here.”
“I’ll find someone,” Grant said.
Within one hour, they managed to get Sierra out of the hospital and back to the house without her pitching a fit.
She wandered into their rented house and hugged a stunned Worthington. “Oh, Worthington. I need coffee. Real coffee, not whatever that brown water was they gave me in the hospital.”
“I shall bring it up at once, Ms. Sierra.”
“Yes, I will be up in my room lounging in a real bed. I expect not to be disturbed. Also, I am expecting a delivery. I bought a burner phone until you get me a new one.” Sierra pounded her way up the stairs, disappearing from their sight.
“Well, that was easier than I hoped,” Grant said with a sigh.
“Good. Because you’re going to need the energy to go fight your way back to see Julia.”
Grant shifted his gaze to his son. “Alicia can’t keep me away forever.”
“I’ll come with you. Backup. Or…scheming.”
“We’re not scheming, Kyle. And we’restillnot destroying Luke,” Grant said with a wag of his finger as they stepped into the morning air again.
“I really think you should reconsider, Dad. The way her sister is behaving, I think we need to strike fast, but we may need to switch targets to Alicia.”
“No,” Grant said, his voice authoritative. “We’re not destroying anyone. We’re just going to let this situation handle itself.”
“That’s frightening,” Luke said as the town’s buildings filled in.
“Look, here’s the thing, Alicia may want to keep me from Julia. And she may be able to when Julia is unconscious, but I doubt Julia is going to let her sister throw us out of the hospital.”
“Are you sure about that? She wasn’t too happy with you the last time you talked when there wasn’t a crisis.”
“We both said some things that we didn’t mean. And I plan to explain that when I see her.”
The car came to a stop outside of the hospital and both men climbed out. Grant strode toward the door with Kyle following. He went over what he’d say to her when he saw her. He’d thank her for rescuing Sierra, and he’d tell her he was sorry about their argument. Maybe he’d leave it there for now, tell her more when they’d settled in at home.
He’d gauge it once they’d spoken.
As he approached the door, a uniformed officer blocked the entrance. “Hi there. Grant Harrington, right?”
“That’s right. Problem at the hospital?”
“Yes. You.”
“Me?” Grant asked. “Look, I’m just here to see my wife. Not to cause any trouble.”
“I’m sorry, sir. I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
Grant pulled his chin back to his chest. “Ask me to leave? Why?”
He held a finger up. “Hold on.” He pressed the button on his radio before speaking into it. “Hey, Chief. We have a twelve-twenty-seven in progress.”
Ethan’s voice crackled over the radio. “I’ll be right there.”
The officer nodded at him. “Chief’s on his way. He can explain.”
“Uh, okay? Could you just maybe let me inside so I can–”
“No, sir. The Chief’ll explain everything. And he’s just right upstairs, so he’ll be here–Ah, here he is.”
