Page 29 of Fools in Love

What if the words I said to him this morning are the last ones he ever hears?

After getting the hospital information from Sheila, I hung up without even saying bye. She’d forgive me for being so rude. It was her fault I was in this mess with Robbie to begin with. Her and her stupid ability to see when two people belonged together.

I hated that she was right.

I hoped we still had a chance to fix this.

I knew exactly where I needed to be.

I wasn’t family. That was the first thing the hospital had asked me when I arrived and all but demanded to be taken to his room.

“You’re not family.”

“Not his wife.”

“Not his fiancée.”

Sorry.

I sat in the waiting room until Captain Alvarez and Sheila showed up, worry etched on both of their faces.

“They won’t let me see him.” I almost burst into tears.

“Luis will fix it,” Sheila purred before giving him a shove toward the front desk. “Won’t you, darling?”

“Of course,” he said before pressing a kiss to her temple.

I was sure he would have said whatever Sheila needed to hear to keep her happy. Unlike the man I was falling for—the biggest jerkface on the planet who not only said mean things, but got himself hit by a car too.

Captain Luis Alvarez waltzed up to the front desk, dressed in his fireman uniform, and sweet-talked the woman sitting there. I could tell he was using all of his charm by the way she reacted to him, blushing and looking down.

“How are you holding up?” Sheila asked, and I shrugged.

“Not well,” I said because I wasn’t doing well. I was freaking out.

“So, are you going to tell me what happened last night?”

“What do you mean?”

She folded her hands together and cocked her head to one side. “You didn’t go to any of the planned excursions. The staff was waiting for you, and you didn’t show. To anything.”

“Didn’t the driver tell you I got sick?”

“He did. But I know that was a lie.” She gave me a pointed look. “Care to tell me the truth?”

Clearing my throat, I realized that I didn’t want to get into it. Who the hell cared about last night when Robbie was in the damn hospital, possibly fighting for his life?

“I don’t actually. Not right now.” It was the first time I’d been so harsh with my old mentor.

I held my breath and waited for her to argue. Thank God Luis walked up instead.

“How is he? What did she tell you?” I pegged him with questions, and he held up a hand.

“He broke his wrist and has some bruising on his ribs. He’ll be sore and banged up for a bit, but overall, he should be fine.”

“Because he’s bullheaded.” It was the only reason I could think of for why a man could get hit by a freaking car and only break his wrist. His body must be as stubborn as his head.

Luis laughed. “That he is.”

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