Page 90 of His Kidnapped Queen
Diego nods.
Charlie hums. “That’s good enough. I’ll come back and check in a couple days. I’ll give you a few painkillers?—”
“Give them to her.” Luca jerks his head toward me.
“Me?” I put my hand to my chest. “But I?—”
But Charlie is already pressing a few pills into my hand.
“No more than one every four hours, okay?” he chirps, and looks at Diego. Diego pulls out his wallet, pressing a wad of cash into Charlie’s hand. “I’ll be back in two days. Until then, no driving.”
Luca curses under his breath but Diego looks determined.
“I won’t let him drive.”
If looks could kill, Diego would be dead on the floor. So would I. But as it is, Luca’s glare is useless. He knows me and Diego won’t let him rip his stitches.
Charlie examines the wound one more time then leaves, leaving Diego standing in the bedroom.
“Keep him still. I’ll make some breakfast.”
Luca grumbles but doesn’t try to move and I nod as Diego leaves, locking the deadbolt behind him.
“Now you’re locked in here with me,” I tease, some part of me liking the idea of him being stuck here with me. Now he will know how bored I’ve been. “Are you in pain?”
“Some.”
“Take one of these.” I hand it to him with a half-full glass of water I keep by the bed.
He swallows it down easily enough and I smile.
“See? Wasn’t that hard, was it?”
“Don’t you start being Nurse Nightingale.”
“What, you wouldn’t want to see me in a little nurse’s uniform?” I shake my ass and his eyes follow with a spark of interest. He reaches out to grab me around the waist, but I dart away. “No funny business. You’ll pop a stitch.”
“You could always sit on my face,” he drawls, and heat travels up my body, settling in my lower stomach.
“What would you get out of that?”
“More than you know, pixie,” he says, smirking at me, and I roll my eyes but I’m also fighting a smile.
He can be so…different. Fun, actually. Just like he was that one night all those years ago. That night that gave me Rosa.
It’s hard to reconcile the smiling man on my bed with the murderer from the dossier.
That’s why I’ve been so confused. It isn’t because I’m in love with him…is it?
It can’t be.
I can’t even think about it too long.
“Penny for your thoughts?”
I freeze. “I think they’re worth more than a penny.”
“Maybe. Depends on what you’re willing to tell me.”
