Page 43 of Possession

A few minutes later, we were back in my room and Mari ‘with an i’ had me back in bed. My IV had been banished sometime in the night, thank goodness. Maybe that was a good sign.

I was more than ready to get the hell out of there.

“How was Mr. Neal?” I asked.

Blake held up the sheet for me to slip back into bed. I hissed as my foot hit the mattress. His eyes went flat with no expression as he caught sight of my ankle.

“Looks worse than it is.”

“It looks like you were trying out for the part of the author inMisery.”

“That’s pretty accurate.” I grinned up at him. “Just don’t tell me you’re my biggest fan, all right?”

His knuckles were white from his grip on the blankets and sheet.

I curled my fingers around his wrist. “I’m fine.”

“What the hell were you doing in there?”

I winced as I inched my way up to a more comfortable spot on the bed. “I’m pretty sure you know.”

He frowned as he sat in the chair Jack had vacated. “I’m sure I don’t.”

“So, you weren’t reading my grandmother’s journal last night? Was I dreaming?”

“I read it.”

At least he didn’t lie about that. “She talked about the cove a lot. That she went there to think.”

“I think on my run. That doesn’t mean there’s anything nefarious about it.”

I turned onto my hip. “And on that run, you don’t have anything besides a course that maps out a five-kilometer loop?”

“How do you know that?”

“I may not run, but I can guess by the almost identical time you spend on each run that there’s a particular goal in mind.”

“Actually, it’s more accurate to infer I have to run until I don’t feel like strangling someone.”

“Me?”

“Sometimes.”

I shrugged. “On this circuit, there’s nowhere you could hide something in plain sight?”

He steepled his fingers. “I didn’t say that.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

He tapped his fingertips together. “Were you able to do a thorough search before your…accident?”

I shook my head. “The sun was already starting to set when I got out there.”

His jaw muscle flexed. “Just how long were you in there?”

“When did you find me?”

He swiped his hand over his face. “Christ, Grace.”

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