Page 180 of The Elusive Billionaire
Perhaps I do need more rest, but that will come when she wakes up.
I blink the blurriness from my eyes.
Either everyone is sneaking in, or the CEO of the hospital finally got my message because Madi, Braxton, Sage, Moose, Pops, Clover, Roman, and even Valen are crowded in like sardines.
And no one seems to mind.
There are folding chairs lined up under the windows for Braxton, Sage, Pops, and Moose.
Madi and Clover huddle together opposite me at Savvy’s bedside.
Sage is sitting on the floor next to me while Valen hovers behind Clover, and Roman stands guard at the door.
What the hell?
My frown deepens as I scan the room.
“Elle and Cian are in the cafeteria feeding Keela,” Madi says. “They’re taking turns coming in.”
They’re not why I’m so disoriented though. Where the hell are Savvy’s doctors? The clock on the wall says they should have been in to see her an hour ago.
“We submitted your marriage license to the hospital,” Roman says, wiping all other thoughts from my mind. The edge that drew me to him in the first place is absent though. Is that because he’s taking on my guilt over Savvy?
It’s not his fault. I’m the one who insisted on sending the men home.
“And we have our attorney, Mr. Coop, notifying her family.” Braxton has the confidence I’m lacking these days. “If they try to fight anything, he’ll take care of it.”
“I had no idea her family was so…horrid.” Clover’s voice is barely more than a whisper, but I notice that Valen moves as if on autopilot to squeeze her shoulder.
“What’s he doing here?” I ask her.
I haven’t even finished my sentence before she’s tugging a navy-blue cardigan with white stars more tightly around her middle.
“Clover received another package three days ago,” Braxton says. “He’s…ah, staying in a camper van outside her house because we didn’t think you’d want anyone in Savvy’s side of the duplex.”
“I don’t want him in there with her stuff, but she’s not going back there, so if you move all her shit to our house, then I don’t care what he does with the space.” Turning to Clover, I frown. “Areyousure you want him that close?”
Clover bites her lip but nods.
I turn to study Valen. “Does that mean you remember who she is?”
His jaw twitches, and his eyes glaze over. It’s as though he just shut down the ounce of humanity he had in himself, and then he shakes his head in jerky movements that appear unnatural to me.
Moose stands and hands me a coffee. “Not scalding hot anymore, but it’s warm. It’ll help ya wake up.”
“Thanks.”
“The marriage license. It’s legit?” I ask.
Roman nearly smirks. “It’s legal, and as legit as a forgery can be. But our guy is so good not even the CIA could tell the difference.”
“So, Savvy and I are married. She’s mine?”
“I’m not a dog. I don’t belong to anyone.” Her words are muffled around the feeding tube, but they’re there.
I drop the coffee to the floor and cup Savvy’s face in my hands as I scan every inch of her.
Why aren’t her eyes open?
