opened her eyes, nodding slightly. “What…”
“Morphine. Not much else will help you at this point. We’ll switch to something less potent once you’re stronger.” He brushed the hair back from her eyes. “I was right. You’re quite a fighter.” He wedged himself out from between the bed and Gage, heading back to the door. “Rest. Let the medication do its job. I’ll be back in a couple of hours. Try to sleep.”
“You okay?” asked Gage.
“Better.” Her eyelids fluttered again. “Everything’s…mixed up.”
“Don’t try to remember just yet. Give it time.” He traced her jaw with his finger, vaguely aware Sam had ventured back into the room. “Try to rest.”
She nodded, closing her eyes.
Sam walked over to Gage’s side. “Trevor just called. They want to clear the scene, so if you want to pay it a visit, we need to leave now.”
“Sure.” He looked down at his wife. Her eyes were closed and her breathing had relaxed. “I doubt she’ll wake up for another few hours. We should be back by then.”
“I can go back alone. I’d understand if you want to stay.” Sam touched him on the shoulder. “Might be for the best.”
“Just make sure you get me back in a couple of hours.”
Sam nodded and headed for the door, Gage close behind.
“Gage.”
He stopped, startled by Brooklyn’s frail voice. He walked back over, bending down to brush another kiss across her forehead. “Sleep.”
“Stay. I feel better when you’re here.”
Gage choked back another sob. Her eyes were closed and he was positive she wasn’t conscious of her words. “I’ll be right back. I just need to check something out with Sam. I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”
She nodded, brushing her fingers over his as he squeezed her hand. “Love you,” she whispered.
Gage stilled. He stared down at her, unable to speak as she faded back to sleep. He glanced over at Sam. He was waiting by the door, hopefully too far away to have heard. Gage straightened, trailing his finger down her side before joining Sam at the door. Sam pushed it open when her voice broke the silence.
“Sarah.”
The two men stared at her, not sure they’d heard her correctly.
“Sarah,” she called again, groaning as her body went limp.
Sam turned to his partner. “What does, ‘Sarah’, mean?”
Gage shrugged. “Not sure. Her new novel’s called, Sarah’s Secret . Maybe she’s remembering the book signing.” He took one more glance back. His stomach clenched and the hair on his neck stood up. Nothing was making sense. “Something doesn’t feel right.”
“You think she’s still in danger?”
“I don’t think so. I just…” He huffed. “Damn it, let’s just go. The faster we leave, the faster we get back.” He looked his friend in the eye. “And I need to get back as quickly as possible.”
Chapter Three
Gage sat in the car as Sam wove through the traffic. Neither of them had spoken since they’d left the hospital, and Gage knew it was only a matter of time before Sam started hounding him.
“You sure you’re up to this, buddy?” Sam asked, eyeing him with uncertainty. “You really do look like shit.”
“There you go again with the compliments,” he said. “And yeah, I’m up to this.”
“See you’re still determined to convince everyone you’re not in love with Brooklyn.”
Gage chuckled. He’d wondered how long it’d take Sam to bring up Brooklyn. He glanced at his watch. “You’re a minute early, partner. I had you pegged at five.”
“Joke all you want, but it’s painfully obvious you’re still in love with her.”
“I never said I didn’t love her,” he said, staring out the window. “I just can’t be married to her anymore.”
“Care to explain why?”
Gage grunted, staring at his friend from the passenger seat. “You know bloody well why. Everyone does.” He sighed and looked back out the window. “Besides, Brooklyn doesn’t want me in her life.
Maurizio de Giovanni, Antony Shugaar