KYLE: A Mafia Romance (The Callahans Book 4) Page 18
I set my elbows on the table and rested my chin on my folded hands. “What about your parents? Are you close?”
“Yes. My parents run a big animal veterinarian office together out of our house, so they were always home. They would take me with them when they delivered babies or had an emergency in the middle of the night. I can remember falling in sleep in kindergarten a few times because of late night house calls.”
“Are you an only child?”
“No. I have a younger brother and sister.”
“The big sis, huh?”
“Yeah. What about you?”
“My dad didn’t stick around long enough. Just me and my mom.”
“What does your mom do?”
“She’s a legal secretary.”
She sipped her coffee, her eyes watching me over the cup. “Did you ever think of going into law?”
“Thought about it. Decided it wasn’t really my thing when I took a civics class and bombed it.”
She laughed. “No law school for you then.”
“No. I think my aptitude has always been more towards the business side. Organization. Marketing. Schmoozing the customer.”
“I’m sure you’re good at schmoozing the customer. You are quite the charmer.”
“You think I’m charming?”
“I think we covered that already.”
“Maybe. But I don’t mind covering it some more.”
She sat her coffee down and stood, reaching out for my hand. “I think it’s time to put an end to this date, kind sir. Perhaps you can take me home?”
I stood slowly, wondering if I’d said something I shouldn’t have. But then she stepped into me and reached up to kiss me lightly on my bottom lip. I slid my hand up her back and pulled her closer, capturing her mouth before she could move away.
***
“What are you talking about?”
“There was an accident this morning. She was jogging—”
“I got that part,” Margaret said, a familiar impatience to her voice. “What do you mean, she’s in a coma?”
“She’s in a coma. She hit her head and the doctors put her in a drug-induced coma to try to reduce the swelling.”
“It’s that bad?”
I touched Harley’s hand lightly. “Hopefully it’s temporary.”
“Have you tried to call her parents?”
“That’s my next phone call.”
“I can’t imagine they’ll be too anxious to hear from you. Why are you there?”
“The hospital called me. I was her emergency contact on the card she was carrying.”
Margaret was quiet for a minute. “Poor kid,” she said softly. “Is there anything I can do?”
“I don’t think there’s anything anyone can do but wait.”
“Yeah, I guess not.”
I disconnected the call a minute or two later and dialed Harley’s parents back in Texas quickly so that I wouldn’t have a chance to chicken out. Margaret was right. Harley’s parents didn’t like me much. I was the big, evil guy who dragged their daughter three states from home.
The phone rang four, five, six times before it was answered. Shelly, Harley’s seventeen-year-old sister, answered breathlessly.
“Harley’s not here, Xander,” she said, without bothering with a greeting.
“I know, Shell. Are your parents there?”
“Nope. They’re on their anniversary cruise. A month in Europe, no cellphones allowed.”
Shit. I forgot about that.
“When did they leave?”
“Last week. Why?”
“Is Charlie around?”
“He’s upstairs with Vanessa. And I really don’t think now would be the time to interrupt them, if you know what I mean.”
I groaned; an image of Harley’s twenty-year-old brother with his girlfriend was not one I really wanted.
“Is something wrong? Is Harley okay?”
And there it was. I couldn’t tell a teenager what was going on, especially when there was nothing she could do about it. There really wasn’t much use in telling Charlie, either, was there? He couldn’t jump on a plane and come out at the drop of a hat. And there really was no point in it, either. What could he do that I wasn’t already doing?
“No, Shelly, nothing’s wrong. I’ll, uh…I’ll call back when your parents get home from their cruise.”
“Okay,” she said, already distracted by something going on in her world. “Talk to you later.”
***
I walked her to the front door of her house, hoping I’d remembered to slide a couple of condoms into my pocket before I left the hotel. She turned to me at the door, sliding up against my chest as she kissed me again, a decidedly more intense kiss than the last. I pushed her back, catching us both with a hand on the door as her back molded against the leaded glass. My other hand was on her hip, but I wasn’t planning on leaving it there for long.
“I should go in,” she said, her voice softened by excitement.
“Why would you want to do that?”
I ran my lips along the side of her neck, making her groan as I found a particularly sensitive spot just under her right ear. She bent her head back, giving me access to more of the tender flesh of her neck. Her scent washed over me as I moved closer, desperate to taste every inch of her throat, her jaw. As I felt the heaving of her breasts increase with every second that passed.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, pressing her fingers into my hair and tugging me closer to her for a moment.
“Why not? We’re both consenting adults.”
“Is that your only criteria? That we’re both adults?”
“No. I have a whole list of things I require of my lovers, and you fit every single one of them perfectly.”
She groaned again, as my hand slid under her skirt, sliding up the length of her thigh. She lifted her leg quite willingly, hooking her foot around my leg, as my fingers found her ass, sliding under the edge of her panties. She sighed again until I stole her mouth and her breath, pressing the length of my body as tight against her as I could possibly get it.
I wanted her. I don’t think I’d ever wanted anyone as much as I wanted her that night.
But then she slid her hand behind her and turned the doorknob.
“I have to go,” she said, sounding almost like a teenager late for curfew.
“Harley…”
I grabbed her hand, trying to stop her from disappearing.
“Call me.”
***
I slept for a while, but I kept waking up and imagining that she wasn’t breathing. I finally just crawled back into the uncomfortable chair by her bed and rested my head on her mattress, her hand tucked tightly into mine. I could feel the warmth of her skin, the reassuring beat of her pulse. It helped.
The doctor arrived not long after my phone informed me it was time to get up and get ready for work.
“Everything looks good,” he told me. “No change in the pressure in her head.”
“How do you know?”
He gestured at a smaller machine set beside the heart monitor. “This is attached to a subdural screw we placed in her skull. This number hasn’t moved since yesterday, so we know that the pressure hasn’t changed.”
The machine showed 35.
“What number do we want it to be?”
“20 or lower.”
I nodded, almost relieved to have something to shoot for. “And then you’ll wake her up?”
“That’s the plan.”
I touched Harley’s cheek lightly. “Then she’ll be awake very soon.”
“Brain injuries are very unpredictable, Mr. Boggs.”
I looked up. “But she’s stable.”
“She is right now. But there’s the real possibility that she could have setbacks. You should be prepared for that.”
“Setbacks? Like what?”
“An infection could slow her progress. Or the pressure could still increase. And there’s always the
real possibility that she’ll be left with some sort of brain damage.”
“Brain damage?”
Dr. Caliendo inclined his head slightly. “Anything from memory problems to speech difficulties to personality changes. The brain is a very delicate organ. Any injury could have unpredictable results.”
I picked up Harley’s hand and held it between both of mine. “You don’t know Harley. She’s a fighter.”
***
Under any other circumstances, I would have been angry. She was a tease. Only a tease would lead me on that way and then back off. But, then, we were talking about Harley.
I did call the next day. And the next. And the next. I couldn’t get enough of her; I couldn’t hear her voice long enough, stare into her eyes often enough. I was in Austin for three weeks and I spent almost every moment of those days thinking about or talking with or seeing Harley.
“If you’re not careful, I might just fall in love with you,” I whispered against her ear as we said our goodbyes at the airport.
“I’ll be very careful, then.”
But it was already too late.
***
“How are we this morning?”
Nurse Franklin smiled as she came into the room, her always-present iPad in her hands.
“We’re down to 32.”
“Awesome.”
She ran the IV lines through her fingers, looking for bubbles, I think. You’d think that after three days of camping out in this room, I would know everything they were doing to her. But I didn’t.
“I see the doctor changed her antibiotics.”
“She had a rash on her stomach last night.”
“That can be a side effect.”
She noted something on her iPad then looked up at me. “How are you? Did you get some rest last night?”
“A little.”
“You should really go home, get some decent food and a good night’s sleep.”
“I don’t think I could sleep without knowing what was happening here.”
She studied my face for a moment. “You’re engaged? I heard one of the other nurses mention something…”
“We are.”
“Congratulations.”
I ran my hand over Harley’s wrist. “The doctors think they might be able to wake her up next week if her numbers keep going down the way they have been.”
“That’s good news.”
“It is.”
“Well, if you need anything, Mr. Boggs…”
“Please, call me Xander.”
She paused at the door. “If you’ll call me Alicia.”
I inclined my head. “Alicia.”
***
“I think you’re the only man in America who’s willing to take a three-hour flight just to have dinner.”
“The food here is awesome.”
She tossed a napkin at me. “You know what I mean.”
I reached across the table and touched her hand lightly. “I guess I do it for the company.”
“You guess?”
I studied her face for a long moment. “You know I like you.”
“I know. But is it really worth the trouble?”
“It is to me.”
That familiar blush burned across her cheeks as her eyes dropped to her plate. I tugged at her hand and forced her closer to the table as I kissed her palm.
“What’s going on?”
“We’ve been doing this for, what, three months now?”
“Three months, a week, and two days.”
“You’re counting?”
“Is that weird?”
She shook her head with something like wonder. “That’s just…that’s what I’m talking about.”
“What do you mean?”
“You fly out here twice a week to have dinner with me, but you don’t…”
“I don’t what?”
Her blush deepened and I caught on. I lifted her hand to my mouth again, pressing my lips to her palm for a long moment.
“You are the most beautiful, neurotic woman I have ever known.”
“I’m neurotic.”
“You are. How could you think I don’t want you?”
She sat up a little straighter, her eyes shooting around the restaurant as though afraid someone had heard what I’d said. But with the noise level of the many, many conversations around us, I’d be surprised if the waiter could hear our dessert request.
“Just because I haven’t tried to stay at your place since that first night…”
Her eyes jumped to my face. “Since that first night?”
“Yes. The night you made it pretty clear you wanted to wait a while before things went to the bedroom.”
“It was our first date.”
“So?”
Her eyes narrowed in that cute way she had when she was irritated. “Do you always have sex on your first date?”
“It’s been known to happen.”
She groaned, tossing herself back against the chair like a child having a fit.
“I am so out of my league with you.”
“I didn’t think this was a competition.”
“But every time I think I know where I stand with you, you turn everything on its heel.”
“Then tell me what you want from me and I’ll be more than happy to give it to you.”
She shook her head, tears shining in her eyes. “If I knew what I wanted, I could tell you.”
“I know what I want.” I got up and moved into the seat next to her. “I want you. I want to be near you; I want to talk to you; I want sit quietly with you. I want to do whatever it is you want to do. That’s all.”
She lay her head on my shoulder. “I don’t know why.”
“I could give you a million reasons,” I said, sliding my hand along her knee until it slipped under her skirt. “And I’ll start with this.”
She reached up and kissed me. “Maybe we should go,” she whispered.
“If that’s what you want.”
***
Harley’s number continued to fall, a little bit at a time. After ten days of continuous decline, it finally slid under twenty.
“Do you think they’ll try to wake her up today?” I asked Alicia.
She looked up, her fingers wrapped around Harley’s wrist as she took her pulse. “I’d say it’s a pretty good possibility.”
I brushed my fingers over Harley’s jaw. “You hear that, babe,” I said softly. “You’re going to wake up.”
“Are you prepared for that?”
I glanced at Alicia. To be honest, I was scared. The doctor’s warning about complications played through my mind over and over again every day. I was so afraid of an infection that I was afraid to leave the room longer than it took me to take a shower and change. I was so worried about brain damage that I wouldn’t even allow myself to think about it. The idea that Harley would wake up and not be the Harley I knew was the most frightening thing I could imagine. So I didn’t think about it.
“She’ll be fine.”
Alicia nodded. “Most likely. But there is the possibility that she could have some lingering effects. I’m sure Dr. Caliendo talked to you about that.”
“He did.”
“I’ve seen patients with similar injuries wake up with no problem. But I’ve also seen the opposite.”
“Have you?”
“You have to be prepared for the worst but hope for the best.”
“Harley will be fine. You didn’t know her before this, but I did. She’s strong and stubborn. She’d never let anything stop her from what she wanted.” I ran my hand over her arm. “I don’t think anything could ever get her down, not even a brain injury.”
Alicia smiled. “She’s a lucky woman to have a man like you in her corner.”
“She would do the same for me.”
Alicia picked up her iPad and headed for the door. “I’ll let the doctor know what’s going on. I’m sure he’ll be by soon.”
“Thanks.”
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d Harley’s face. The bruises were beginning to yellow and the swelling had mostly receded. She was beginning to look like Harley again. The bandages on her arms had been reduced, the bandage on her head cut down to just a long swath that covered the healing laceration and the space where they’d inserted the subdural screw. Her hair was beginning to grow back already, a fine, blonde fuzz that poked out here and there, all over her bruised head.
If not for the cast on her leg and the arm that was still tucked into a sling, she might look like she was sleeping off a party gone bad. I slid my hand over her cheek, loving the familiar feel of it under my palm.
“You’re going to be okay, babe. You’re going to wake up and all of this is just going to be a bad dream.”
***
“My place or yours?”
She took hold of my tie and pulled me close against hers. “Which one is closest?”
“The car is just over there.”
She giggled, but with the way she was moving her hips against mine, I’m not sure she was joking. I buried my fingers in her hair and kissed her, a kiss that made all my intentions impossible to miss. She sighed, as she slid her hand over my jaw, her nails scrapping against the side of my face in way that sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.
I broke the kiss and turned her, propelling her forward as I rushed toward my rental car. I couldn’t touch her as I watched her climb into the passenger seat, afraid that if I did I would get us both arrested for indecent exposure.
I don’t know how she could think I didn’t want her. All I could think about was her. When I was in Los Angeles, I couldn’t concentrate on my work. I couldn’t remember what was happening in the meetings I was attending, or why we were even in that stupid conference room. All I wanted was to get back to her. All I did was count down the minutes until it was time to board a plane that would bring me back to her. And when I was here, all I wanted was to be close to her.
Touching her was everything. The few, chaste kisses we’d shared these last few months were the most delicious, pleasurable kisses I had known. It took every bit of willpower I had to keep my hands off of her. But I did it because I believed it was what she wanted. I still believed it. But now? Now that she was giving the green light? I couldn’t get her into that hotel room fast enough.
I don’t even remember the ride there. All I remember is the taste of her lips as the elevator door closed on the hotel lobby.
“Are you sure?” I asked as we danced across the hotel room, clothes falling as we tore them from each other’s bodies.