Page 65 of When He Plays

Charlotte drugged. Going to hospital.

The text went to a number he’d saved in his phone. One with no name attached. But it belonged to Jezebel. Or, at least, to one of her many phones.

Three dots appeared on the screen of his phone. Then…

She okay?

“She’d better fucking be,” he growled. Or Ares will be dead before the sun rises.

Chapter Thirteen

Her throat felt funny. Achy. And something was tugging on her hand. Not the palm, but…on top of her hand. Her eyes cracked open as she peered over at her right hand.

What in the world…? Was that an IV hooked up to her hand?

She swallowed, her throat ached a bit worse, and as she took in her surroundings, Charlotte realized that she was in a hospital.

“Don’t freak out.”

Logan’s voice.

Her head slowly angled to the left. Toward his voice. He sat near the bed. No tux coat. But still wearing his fancy shirt. The sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows. He also still wore his expensive pants. His hair appeared disheveled, as if he’d hauled his fingers through it over and over again, and a dark line of shadow covered his jaw.

“Seriously. Don’t freak. A nurse is going to come in soon. She’s going to call me your husband, and that is just totally cool, so roll with it, will you?”

What?

He flashed her a wide smile. “Hi, there. Glad you’re back with me.” He leaned forward. “Don’t do that shit ever again.” A growl. “I will be extremely pissed if you do.”

She squinted at him. “Where am I?”

“Hospital.”

That was what she’d suspected. Sort of hard to miss the white walls, the antiseptic smells, and the, well, hospital bed that she seemed to be using. “Why?” Why had he brought her to a hospital?

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

Her mind seemed cloaked with too many cobwebs and waking up in a hospital bed was never, ever a good situation. Though she supposed it was better than not waking up. At all. “What happened to me?” Her voice hitched up. Did her voice sound rusty? She thought it did. “What is wrong with me?”

“Nothing. Nothing is wrong. You are fine.” He reached for her hand, the left one. The one not currently connected to an IV needle. His fingers threaded through hers. “You are safe. I’ve got you.”

His words reassured her. She was able to pull in a deep breath. “Logan⁠—”

The door flew open. Her head whipped toward the door, and Charlotte saw a young, cute, blonde nurse stroll inside. A wide smile curved the woman’s lips. “You’re up! Fantastic!” She strolled around the bed. Stopped next to Logan and put a hand on his shoulder.

What is that about? Charlotte’s eyes narrowed on the nurse’s hand. Why was the woman being so touchy with Logan?

“I told your handsome husband that you were going to be just fine. Assured him that you’d get the best care possible.” The nurse’s hand still lingered on Logan.

And Charlotte’s gaze lingered on that hand. “Why are you petting him?”

A twittering laugh spilled from the nurse as she pulled her hand away. “I bet you are thirsty, aren’t you? I’ll just get you some fresh ice water and be right back. I’ll do a full check of your vitals when I return.” She bustled for the door but paused. The nurse looked back and said, “Now that you’re awake, there’s a detective outside who will want to talk with you. She’s out in the waiting area. She arrived not too long ago, so just get ready for her.”

A detective?

The nurse left. The door closed.

Charlotte realized her heart was racing. Probably not good for that promised check of her vitals. “What. Is. Happening?”