Wait for Me (37 page)

The barrel of the gun was pointed at Hannah’s chest. Her body slumped. She fell off Kate. The gun landed on the hardwood floor with a clank.

Kate scrambled to her knees, frantically checked Hannah’s pulse. Nothing.

“Come on, Come on,” she muttered, pushing down on Hannah’s chest. Blood pulsed from the wound, pooled on the ground around her.

Kate stumbled back, fell on her butt. Hand shaking, she looked around. And spotted Mitch lying motionless across the room.

***

Ryan’s car screeched to a halt in Kate’s driveway. He caught sight of the security detail’s car parked across the street when he pulled in. A body was slumped over the steering wheel, and something red was splattered across the windows. His pulse jacked up as he killed the ignition.

Simone’s car pulled in just after his.

“Stay here,” he yelled through the rain as she opened her car door.

A gunshot echoed through the wind.

He tore across the front yard and thrust the front door open with his shoulder. “Katie!”

Simone was on his heels as he raced down the dark hall. His eyes locked on Kate on the floor of the kitchen. Blood covered her bathrobe.

His heart lurched into his throat. He dropped to his knees, frantically searching for a wound. “Where are you hurt?”

“It’s not me,” she choked out. “It’s not my blood.”

“Are you sure? There’s so much.”

“No. I’m fine. Oh, God, Ryan. Mitch.”

Ryan tore his gaze away from her long enough to see Mitch lying on the floor, out cold. Blood trickled down his head. Simone was at his side, trying to coax him awake.

“Shit.” Ryan pushed to his feet, darted around the island in the kitchen and tore open drawers. His stomach rolled when he stepped over Hannah’s body. Blood oozed from the chest wound. Her lifeless eyes stared toward the ceiling.

He fumbled for towels in the cabinet drawers. Grabbing an armful, he raced back to Kate and Simone. “Press these against the bleeding.”

“Mitch? Can you hear me?” Kate leaned over her brother while Ryan dialed nine-one-one on his cell and spoke to an operator.

“Mitch?” Simone said in a panicked voice. “Stay with us. Dammit, I’ll get you that red leather outfit you want if you’ll just open your eyes.”

Ryan tried to talk coherently to the nine-one-one operator. Outside, sirens roared, but all he could focus on was the towels in Kate’s hand, soaked in Mitch’s blood.

Two minutes before, he’d prayed Kate wouldn’t be hurt. Now he only wanted that for Mitch.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Kate pushed the hospital room door open and smiled at the conversation she’d walked in on.

“Would you quit fussing at me?” Mitch swatted at Simone’s hand as she tried to fix the blankets around him. “I’m not four.”

“I swear, you are the worst patient ever. I don’t know how these nurses put up with you.” She shot him an annoyed look.

Kate eased into the room. Afternoon sunlight slanted through the window. “Grumpy?”

“A royal pain in my ass,” Simone grumbled.

“You’re a real peach, too, sweetheart,” Mitch muttered.

Laughing, Kate stepped up to the bed and squeezed his toes under the blankets. “A knock on the head will do that to a person. Trust me, I know.”

After two days, Mitch’s energy was slowly returning. His head was still bandaged, and he’d lost some curls when they’d shaved one side of his scalp for the fifteen stitches he’d needed, but he was gradually inching back to his old sarcastic self.

“I need caffeine.” Simone dropped her arms and headed for the door.

“Why don’t you go pick up that red leather number while you’re out,” Mitch called. When she looked back with a shocked expression, he said, “Yeah, I heard you, gorgeous. And I sure as hell am not forgetting that promise.”

Simone huffed and left the room. When she was gone, Kate smiled at her brother. “Congratulations, by the way.”

“On what?” He reached for her hand and scooted over so she could sit on the side of his bed.

“On finding your penguin. Julia told me about the book she read.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not marrying her, for shit’s sake. We’re just dating. At the moment, that’s all I can get her to agree to.”

“I know.” Kate brushed a curl back from his face. “You should be nicer to her, though. She was really worried. You looked like death warmed over in my kitchen. I think she had flashbacks of Steve.”

“Shit.” His eyes slid closed. “I hadn’t thought of that.”

“I’m sure not. You are a guy, after all.”

“And all men are insensitive, is that it?”

“Well…”

“Let’s not go there, smartass.” His face sobered. “How are you?”

Kate drew in a long breath. Aside from the press hounding her since the story broke, and the agony still coursing through her every time she thought of Ryan, she was surviving. Barely.

“I’m fine.” She mustered up a smile she knew didn’t reach her eyes. “I’ll be glad when things quiet down. Mitch, I—”

“If you even think about thanking me, I’ll kick you out of here.”

A real smile curled her lips. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Good.” He frowned. “‘Cause my image is shot. I got my ass kicked by a girl. Again.”

“A psycho girl. There’s a difference. And you weren’t the only one.”

His eyes softened. “How’s the other guy?”

The other guy was the security detail Ryan had posted outside her house. The one Kate hadn’t even known about. The one Hannah had shot in the chest before going after Mitch. “He’s going to live. Paramedics got to him in time.”

“Thank God,” Mitch muttered. He squeezed her hand. “Did you talk to Ryan?”

Tears stung the backs of her eyes, and she swallowed to keep the flood from breaking again. “No.”

“Kate—”

“Mitch, don’t start. You have other things to think of now.”

The door opened, and she and Mitch both glanced over as Ryan stuck his head into the room. A smile split his face, sending butterflies straight through Kate’s belly. “Hey. Is Nurse Nitpick gone?”

“You just missed her,” Mitch said.

“Good.” Ryan tugged a bag from behind his back as he walked into the room. “She’d boot my ass out of here for this, guaranteed.” He pulled a bottle of microbrew from the bag and handed it to Mitch.

“Oh, baby.” Mitch reached for the bottle. “If I were gay, I’d marry you.”

“Hate to break it to you, buddy, but you aren’t my type.”

Kate’s heart bumped when Ryan looked her way. His blond hair was slightly mussed, his worn jeans hanging loosely off his hips. The white T-shirt he wore accentuated his tan.

She wanted those strong arms around her like they’d been before any of this had happened. For the first time, she wished she couldn’t remember the misery of her life.

Simone pushed the door open. She stopped mid-step with a steaming paper cup in her hand. “What the hell is that?”

Ryan mouthed
Oh, shit
at Mitch before turning.

“Medicine,” Mitch said, taking a long swallow.

Simone crossed to the bed, set her coffee on the tray at her side. “That’s not allowed when you’re on painkillers.”

She reached for the bottle. Mitch held it out of her reach. She leaned over him to try to grasp it. Pressing it into Ryan’s hands, Mitch wrapped his arms around her and pulled her on top of him.

“What are you doing? Let go of me. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

He tightened his grip. “Aw, sweetheart, you’re the only one who cares about me.”

She struggled. “I mean it.”

“Me too.” His voice softened. “I love you, Simone.”

Her eyes took on that dreamy look. “Oh, Mitch.”

Kate pushed off the bed, smiling for the first time in days. At least something good had come from this gigantic nightmare. “I think that’s my cue to go. I’ll come back later, Mitch.”

“They’re sending me home,” he mumbled against Simone’s lips.

“My home,” Simone said between his kisses.

“Aw, sweetheart,” he said in a sappy voice, “that’s the best offer I’ve ever had.”

Ryan set the bottle on the tray table and ran a hand through his hair. “I guess I’ll go too.”

“No more beer, Ryan,” Simone ordered against Mitch’s mouth.

“Okay. Yeah. I’ll, uh, remember that. See ya, guys.”

Kate stepped out into the hall. Her nerves vibrated when Ryan followed. It was the first time they’d been alone since that afternoon on Simone’s deck.

The door snapped closed behind him. “Do you have to go?”

Her heart clenched when she looked up into those sapphire eyes. It would be so easy just to sink into his arms, to forget everything that had happened. But she knew it wouldn’t help. “Yeah. I have a thousand things to do today.”

“The kids are with my parents. What do you have to do that’s so important?”

She heard the need in his voice. And damn if it didn’t make her want him more. “Pack. Ryan, I’m leaving.”

“What? Where are you going?”

“Washington. It’s just for a couple of weeks,” she added when she saw the panic in his eyes. “Mt. St. Helens is grumbling to life. The journal wants to do an article on it. I talked to Tom about working on an assignment. I…I need some time away right now.”

He was silent so long, she wasn’t sure he’d heard her. Then he said, “When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow night. I talked to my parents about staying on until I get back. They’d love the time with Reed. I didn’t know if you’d—”

“He’s my son. I want him with me.”

Of course he did. That was stupid of her. No matter what had happened between the two of them, he’d fallen for Reed in a big way. “I know. It’s just that you work. And I didn’t want to inconvenience you.”

“Katie.” His voice softened. “You’re never an inconvenience.”

Oh, man. If he kept looking at her with those emotion-filled eyes, she’d never get out of here. She swallowed hard. “Are you okay with them keeping him during the day while you’re at work?”

“Of course. You don’t need to ask that.”

A dull ache filled her chest. This was going to be impossible. Sharing the kids would kill her. Having to see him on weekends when they exchanged, knowing if she weren’t so damn stubborn she could have exactly what she wanted.

But she still hurt. She hurt from his lies. From the fact he hadn’t trusted her enough to be honest. She was so tired of the lies and secrets that had ruled her life for way too long. Deep inside, she was afraid she’d always wonder if he were telling her the truth.

“Okay.” Silence stretched between them. When she couldn’t stand it anymore, she said, “I, ah, need to go finish packing. I’ll tell Julia when I see her this afternoon.” She turned for the elevator.

His hand on her arm stopped her. Heat spread along her skin, ignited a fire inside her. “Wait. We need to talk about us.”

Emotions she didn’t want to deal with poured through her. She tried to steady her quaking voice. “I know, Ryan. But I can’t right now. I need some time to figure everything out. Things between us happened so fast. I’m not sure what I need.”

“How long do you think it’s going to take you to think things through?”

“I don’t know. I…I don’t expect you to wait for me.”

“Ah, babe. I’d wait for you forever.”

Her eyes slid shut to block the tears. He knew exactly what to say to make her heart tip right over the edge. “I have to go, Ryan.”

She eased out of his grasp and stepped into the elevator. He was still watching her when she turned, hands shoved deep into his pockets, heartache stamped across his handsome face.

As the doors closed, she had a pretty strong hunch that face was going to haunt her forever.

***

Glancing down at her boarding pass, Kate made her way through the crowded terminal. She checked her watch. She had almost an hour until her flight up to Portland. She didn’t want to sit at the gate that long. With a sigh, she headed toward the coffee cart at the end of the corridor and grabbed a latté.

Sinking into a chair, she sipped her coffee and told herself she’d done the right thing. If she was lucky, a few weeks away would clear her head, give her something else to focus on besides the craziness that had become her life.

And maybe when she came back, she’d have a clue what she was going to do about Ryan.

She listened to the muffled conversations around her. An attractive couple strolled up to the coffee cart, arm in arm. The man smiled, brushed the woman’s blond hair away from her neck, and kissed her ear. The woman leaned into his chest and grinned. The glint of bright gold on their fingers signaled they were newlyweds.

A young girl with dark hair, roughly Julia’s age, ran up to them. A warm smile spread across the man’s face as he wrapped an arm around the girl and his wife paid for their drinks.

Kate’s eyes slid closed. She could have that. If she really wanted it, she could have that and so much more.

I’d wait for you forever
.

Tears stung her eyes. She loved Ryan. That wasn’t the issue. At this point, she didn’t even question what she felt for him. She couldn’t fight it any more than he could. But was it enough? Would she be able to forget the rest of it? The lies? The hurt? Would she ever be able to trust him again?

The couple from the coffee cart settled around a table next to her.

“How long are you going to be gone?” the young girl asked, slurping her drink through a straw.

The man’s deep voice made Kate glance sideways. “Long enough for your mom to realize she can’t live without me.” He lifted the woman’s hand and kissed her fingers.

The blonde ran her hand across his rugged face. “That, I already know.”

He smiled. “Took you long enough to figure it out. You made me wait forever.”

A redhead walked up and sat in the empty chair at their table. Kate had seen her with the young girl before she’d run to her parents. “Good thing you’re both so forgiving. You let all that other crap get in the way much too long. Who said what to whom and when. I swear, words cause more trouble than they’re worth sometimes.”

All that other crap
. Kate swallowed. Was that what she was doing? Letting circumstances rule her life? Letting what Ryan had or hadn’t told her interfere with what she felt in her soul? If she let her heart make her decision for her, she wouldn’t be sitting here wondering what the hell to do next.