The nurse nodded. ‘He didn’t seem too happy, but considering the circumstances I guess it’s to be expected.’
For a moment Sasha debated asking if the nurse would make an exception. Break the rules for her. But she dismissed it. Breaking her own rules, getting friendly with Rafael, was probably the reason he’d ended up in this situation. She refused to exacerbate it.
Plucking her sunglasses off her head, she slid them down to cover her eyes. In her jeans and long-sleeved cotton top, with a multi-coloured cheesecloth satchel slung across her body, she looked like every other summer tourist in the city. Her disguise had helped her evade the paparazzi on her way in. She prayed it would hold up on her way out.
With a heavy heart she turned towards the elevator doors, which stood open as if to usher her away from here as fast as possible.
‘Wait.’ The nurse beckoned with a quick hand movement and leaned forward as Sasha approached the desk. ‘Maybe I can sneak you in for a few minutes,’ she whispered.
Relief washed over Sasha. ‘Oh, thank you so much!’
‘If you don’t mind signing an autograph for my nephew?’
A tinge of guilt arrowed through her, but the need to see Rafael overcame the feeling. With a grateful smile, Sasha took the proffered pen.
‘What the hell are you doing in here?’
Sasha spun round at the harsh voice, and gasped at the dark figure framed in the doorway. A few minutes, the nurse had said. A quick glance at her watch confirmed her sickening suspicion. She’d been here almost an hour!
‘I asked you a question.’
‘I came to see Rafael. There was no one here—’
‘So you thought you’d just sneak in?’
‘Hardly! The nurse—’ Sasha gulped back her words, realising she could be putting the nurse’s job in jeopardy.
‘The nurse what?’
Marco advanced into the room, his formidable presence shrinking the space. She scrambled to her feet, but she still had to tilt her head to see his face.
His cold-as-steel expression dried her mouth further.
She shook her head. ‘I just wanted to see how he was.’ She stopped speaking as he drew level with her, his hard eyes boring into her.
‘How long have you been here?’
She risked another glance at her watch and cringed inwardly. Dared she tell him the truth or blag her way through? ‘Does it really matter?’
‘How long?’ he gritted, his gaze sliding over his brother as if assessing any further damage.
‘Why are you checking him over like that? Do you think I’ve harmed him in some way?’ she challenged.
Hazel eyes slammed back to her. His contempt was evident as his gaze raked her face. ‘I don’t think! I know you’ve already harmed my brother.’
His tone was so scathing Sasha was surprised her flesh wasn’t falling from her skin.
‘Rafael told you about our fight?’
‘Yes, he did. I can only conclude that your presence here is another media stunt, not out of concern for my brother?’
‘Of course it isn’t!’
‘Is that why the media presence at the hospital gates has doubled in the last hour?’
Her gaze drifted to the window. The blinds were drawn against the late-afternoon sun, but not closed completely. She’d taken a step to look for herself when steely fingers closed on her wrist. Heat shot up her arm, the reaction so unfamiliar she froze.
‘If you think I’m going to let you use my brother to further your own ends, you’re sorely mistaken.’