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She did. Being in the hospital wasn’t anything new to her.
“I’ll ask my dad to bring me something when he comes back.” She didn’t need to know he wasn’t coming until lunch.
That seemed to satisfy her. “Okay. Drink up. We need to get your strength up so you can go home.”
And Elizabeth wanted to go home… sort of. She couldn’t imagine leaving the hospital while Nick was still here, still unconscious.
Samantha took the tray. “Get some rest this morning.” She lifted a brow. “That’s an order.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
When she left, Elizabeth pulled her hand out from under the covers where she’d had her fingers crossed like a child. Being in the hospital always made her feel like a kid who couldn’t take care of herself.
This time though, she’d make it. If she had to crawl on her hands and knees, she’d get to Nick.
Repeating the steps she’d tried this morning, she climbed from the bed, feeling a bit steadier than before. That was a good sign, right?
28
THE REPORTER
“Hey, Jas!” a nurse called as he passed her in the hall.
Jasmine gave him a salute. “Jared. You on a twelve today?”
“Unfortunately. Catch you at the station later?”
“You betcha.”
Others greeted her as she made her way to Nick’s room for the fourth time. She wasn’t quite sure why she was here today. Sherrie was in New York for a few days to promote her and Nick’s movie on the Tonight Show that was getting a ton of buzz despite not being finished.
It was a bit of info from Beatrice that Jasmine didn’t understand why she’d been given. The agent also told her she had to go back to L.A. just for the day. Jasmine got the impression she wanted her to check in on Nick since no one else would be here, that she didn’t want him to be alone.
Jasmine didn’t know Nick Jacobs, but she’d chosen his side in not writing the gossip hit piece her editor wanted, in investigating an accident that looked like nothing more than an addict being reckless—despite her deadline being long past.
The security guards nodded as she passed them. Inside Nick’s room, all sounds from the busy hospital ceased. It was almost too quiet, too lonely.
Where was this guy’s family at least?
Walking to the windows, she pulled the curtains back to let in the bright morning sunlight. “There, that’s better.”
Skirting the bed, she dropped into a chair and pulled a notebook and pen out of her messenger bag, flipping the cover to reveal the notes she’d already taken about the case.
Last night, she’d had dinner with her brother, and he told her to go back to L.A., that she only saw a story here because she wanted to.
Like last time.
But unlike last time, she wanted to save someone’s reputation, not ruin it—possibly save his life. A man was injured… Nick could be in serious trouble.
She tapped her pen on the note she still didn’t know the meaning of.
Justin Cormack.
What did it mean that Nick was driving a car rented under someone else’s name? And why wouldn’t anyone from the movie’s production team return her calls or emails?
Beatrice said he was a good man, and Jasmine couldn’t quite understand why she believed a woman she didn’t know.
“Who are you really, Nick?”
