it?
Christian strides in. His face darkens momentarily when he notices my hand
in José’s.
“Christian!” I gasp and leap up, thanking God he’s arrived safely. Then I’m
wrapped in his arms, his nose in my hair, and I’m inhaling his scent, his
warmth, his love. A small part of me feels calmer, stronger, and more
resilient because he’s here. Oh, the difference his presence makes to my
peace of mind.
“Any news?”
I shake my head, unable to speak.
“José.” He nods a greeting.
“Christian, this is my father, José Senior.”
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“Mr. Rodriguez—we met at the wedding. I take it you were in the accident,
too?”
José briefly retells the story.
“Are you both well enough to be here?” Christian asks.
“We don’t want to be anywhere else,” Mr. Rodriguez says, his voice quiet
and laced with pain. Christian nods. Taking my hand, he sits me down then
takes a seat beside me.
“Ha一ve you eaten?” he asks.
I shake my head.
“Are you hungry?”
I shake my head.
“But you’re cold?” he asks, eyeing José’s jacket.
I nod. He shifts in his chair, but wisely says nothing. The door opens again,
and a young doctor in bright blue scrubs enters. He looks exhausted and
harrowed.
Oh no . . . All the blood seems to disappear from my head as I stumble to my
feet.
“Ray Steele,” I whisper as Christian stands beside me, putting his arm
around my waist.
“You’re his next of kin?” the doctor asks. His bright blue eyes almost match
his scrubs, and under any other circumstances I would ha一ve found him
attractive.
“I’m his daughter, Ana.”
“Miss Steele—”
“Mrs. Grey,” Christian interrupts him.
“My apologies,” the doctor stammers, and for a moment I want to kick
Christian. “I’m Doctor Crowe. Your father is stable, but in a critical condition.”
Fuck. What does that mean? My knees buckle beneath me, and only
Christian’s supporting arm prevents me from falling to the floor.
“He suffered severe internal injuries,” Dr. Crowe says, “principally to his
diaphragm, but we’ve managed to repair them, and we we
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