“And if things don’t work out between us?”
Falcon shrugs. “Then it doesn’t work out, but at least you would’ve tried, right?” Leaning a little forward, a serious look settles on his features. “Besides, you’re stable, and once you commit, there’s no stopping you. As long as Jamie is in one hundred percent, I can’t see why a relationship won’t work between the two of you.”
My eyes drift back to Jamie’s face as I think over Falcon’s words.
“It doesn’t matter right now. First, we need to eliminate the threat to her life.”
“We will.” Falcon lets out a deep breath, then murmurs, “Somehow, we will.”
After a moment of silence, Falcon reaches over and places his hand on my arm. “As long as you know, I’m here for you.”
“Thank you.” A tired but grateful smile forms around my mouth. “I get a feeling I’m going to need you now more than ever.”
Falcon gives me a comforting smile, then he changes the subject. “Have you seen Dad lately?”
“No.” I take a deep breath before admitting, “I’ve been avoiding him because the second he finds out about what’s been happening, he will lose his shit, and I don’t want to be in the line of fire.”
“He’s going to find out sooner rather than later, and that will only make him angrier,” Falcon warns.
“You’re right, but I’m not going to worry about it now. I’ll deal with it once I know Jamie is safe.”
“Just give me a heads up before you tell him so I can flee the country,” Falcon jokes.The moment Carter bursts through the door, I rise from the chair.
His features are tight with anger and worry, and he first walks over to Jamie, inspecting her sleeping face and pressing a kiss to her forehead before turning to me.
“What the hell is going on at Trinity?”
“We’ve brought in the police after we found hidden cameras in her old suite, but there’s no way of knowing for sure whether they were placed in the room before or after she moved in. I’m arranging private guards for Jamie. Right now, the hospital is running tests. The police have also sent what’s left of the smoothies Jamie drinks for testing.” I tell Carter everything I know.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he shakes his head as he looks down at Jamie again. “The minute she wakes up, I’m taking her home.”
His words shouldn’t surprise me, but they do.
Not liking the idea of being separated from Jamie, I say, “That might not solve the problem. If this person is serious about hurting Jamie, they might just follow her to New York.”
There’s a painful look of frustration on Carter’s face. “How many guards will she have?”
“As many as it takes to keep her safe,” I answer. All I want to do is lock her in a room until we’ve dealt with the bastard, but that would be insane.
Carter seems to think about something, then says, “Rhett’s father-in-law is a retired Navy Seal. I’m going to give him a call and ask for help because I don’t trust the police to catch this psycho in time. Hayden and his teammate, Max, have dealt with situations like this one before.”
I’m caught by surprise and feel a slither of relief. “That would help a hell of a lot.”
I watch as Carter pulls out his phone and dials a number, then he says, “Hey, Rhett. Sorry, I know it’s late. Jamie’s been drugged again. I’m at the hospital. Can you do me a favor and give Hayden a call? Ask whether he and Max can lend us a hand?”
Carter listens for a moment, then replies, “Thanks. I appreciate it. I’ll keep you up to date if anything happens here.”
As he cuts the call, movement from Jamie has us both stepping forward. When she opens her eyes, she blinks up at us a couple of times before glancing around the room.
Confusion masks her face for a moment before panic tightens her features. “What happened?” Pain flashes in her eyes as she slowly sits up.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, wanting to know if I should call a nurse.
“It feels like I have one hell of a hangover.” She looks from Carter to me, then asks, “It happened again, didn’t it?”
“What’s the last thing you remember from last night? I ask.
She thinks a little, and bringing her hand to her face, she rubs her eyes. “Ah… we were sitting in the living room.”
“You had a smoothie, and on the way to the studio for a piano lesson, you started to show symptoms of being drugged,” I bring her up to date. “I brought you to the hospital so they could test you immediately.”
I watch as fear darkens the blue of her eyes and not caring that Carter is here, I sit down on the bed and hug her to me, and wanting to offer her some sense of security, I say, “I didn’t leave you alone for a second. You were safe the entire night.”