“Maybe it’s you.”
“No way. My operation clearly didn’t do the ticket or she would have been kneeling before tonight. Your own exams showed she remained paralyzed.”
“I’m not talking about your scalpel.”
Jane reversed the file back to the moment Payne rose up, and froze the frame. “It’s you.”
Manny stared at the image, and tried to see something other than the obvious: Sure as hell, it seemed that as Payne had looked at him, the glow in her had gotten brighter and she was able to move.
Jane forwarded the file frame by frame. As soon as he came out of the bathroom and she was lying back, the glow was gone . . . and she had no feeling.
“This makes no sense,” he muttered.
“Actually, I think it does. It’s her mother.”
“Who?”
“God where to start with that.” Jane indicated her own body. “I’m what I am because of the Scribe Virgin.”
“Who?” Manny shook his head. “I don’t understand any of this.”
Jane smiled a little bit. “You don’t have to. It’s happening. You just need to stay with Payne and . . . see how she changes.”
Manny resumed staring at the monitor. Well, shit, it seemed like that Goateed Hater had made the right call. Somehow, the motherfucker had known this was what would happen. Or maybe the guy had merely hoped. Either way, it looked like Manny was a kind of medicine for that extraordinary creature lying on that bed.
So damn right he was going to hang in.
But he wasn’t fooling himself. This wasn’t going to be about love or even sex; it was about getting her up and moving so she could live her life again—no matter what it took. And he knew he wasn’t going to be allowed to stay with her at the end of it. They were going to discard him like an empty orange bottle from the pharmacy—and yeah, sure, she might get attached to him, but she was a virgin who didn’t know any better.
And she had a brother who was going to force her to make the right choices.
As for him? He wasn’t going to remember any of this, was he.
Gradually, he became aware of Jane’s stare on his profile. “What,” he said without taking his eyes off the screen.
“I’ve never seen you like this about a female.”
“I’ve never met anyone like her before.” He put up his palm to stop any conversating. “And you can save the don’t-go-there. I know what’s coming at the end of this.”
Hell, maybe those bastards were going to kill him and roll him into the river. Make it look like an accident.
“I wasn’t going to say that, actually.” Jane shifted in her seat. “And believe me . . . I know how you feel.”
He glanced over at her. “Yeah?”
“It’s how I was when I first met Vishous.” Her eyes watered, but she cleared her throat. “Back to you and Payne—”
“What’s going on, Jane. Talk to me.”
“Nothing’s going—”
“Bullshit—and right back at you. I’ve never seen you like this before. You look ruined.”
She drew in a great breath. “Marital problems. Plain and not so simple.”
Clearly, she didn’t want to go into it. “Okay. Well, I’m here for you . . . for as long as I’m allowed to be.”
He rubbed his face. It was a total waste of time to worry about how long this was going to last, how much time he had. But he couldn’t help it. Losing Payne was going to kill him even though he barely knew her.