Rapture (Fallen Angels #4)(13)
Author: J.R. Ward

“Eddie!” As Ad reached forward, the stain on his arm was nearly to his shoulder.

“I’m in you,” Devina said with satisfaction. “And it’s too late for you to do anything about it. Too damn late.”

Adrian screamed at the top of his lungs—

7

Matthias woke up because sunlight was shining on his face. He wasn’t sure when that nurse with the wandering hands had left, but he’d intended to take off right after she had. No go. An unnatural sleep had rolled over him, sucking him under in a way that made him feel owned.

Frankly, he was surprised to have come out of it at all.

The hospital room looked exactly the same, but like it would have changed in the night? And he did feel better, as if his body were a car that had been sent in for a fender-to-fender service.

Who knew a handjob you didn’t want could lead to such a turnaround…

And it was strange. As he glanced around, he had a thought that it was a miracle he was still on the “outside.” But the outside of what—prison? A mental hospital? Something even worse?

Forcing his sloppy brain to come to attention, he tried to remember where he’d been the night before, what had happened before he’d woken up here….

I hit you with my car. I’m so sorry.

He closed his eyes and remembered that woman, that Mels Carmichael. Something about her had pierced through the fog that surrounded him, reaching him where it counted. Why? He had no clue—but under different circumstances, he could have spent a hell of a lot more time with her.

So much more.

But come on, he was not the romance type—his gut was loud and clear on that.

Shoving himself off the pillows, he was surprised he didn’t feel worse, and he gave his body a chance to file a different kind of report, one more consistent with someone who had been a hood ornament less than twelve hours ago.

Nope. Still felt better—

Get out of here. Get moving now.

Okay, it would help if he knew who was after him, or why he was running, but he wasn’t going to waste time trying to fight with those questions—not when his adrenal gland was consistently pointing at the door and yelling at him to get the f**k—

“I guess you’re not a John Doe after all.”

Matthias reached for a gun he didn’t have and looked across the way. The nurse was back, standing just inside the room, her presence like a draft.

Her affect was different in the daylight. No more seducer.

Maybe she was a vampire. Ha. Ha.

“They found your wallet,” she said, holding up a black billfold. “Everything’s in here, ID, Visa—oh, and your health insurance card. Your copay’s going to be up there, but most of the charges will be covered.”

She walked over and put the thing on the rolling table, right beside the card that the reporter had left behind. Then she stepped back like she knew he wanted space.

Long pause.

“Thanks,” he said into the conversational void.

She was dressed in street clothes: blue jeans, black clogs, puffy white Patagonia jacket that was pristine. Her hair was down around her shoulders, and she smoothed it even though it was glossy-magazine perfect.

“I also got you some clothes.” She nodded over her shoulder. “They’re in the half closet behind there. I hope they fit.”

“So they’re going to let me go?”

“As long as you check out all right this morning. Do you have anyone to go home to?”

He didn’t reply—and not because he didn’t know the answer for himself. No questions answered, not to anybody. That was the way he was.

Long pause number two.

She cleared her throat and didn’t meet his eyes. “Listen, about last night…”

Oh, so that’s what this was about. “I’m going to forget about it, and you should do the same,” he said dryly.

Shit knew he had bigger fish to fry than a rubout forced on him by a beautiful woman.

Yeah, what a sob story that was. Especially compared to the crap he’d done to others—

Memories Loch Ness’ed below the surface of his consciousness, something shocking and monstrous threatening to make an appearance.

Who was he? he wondered.

Abruptly, the nurse’s dark eyes, those windows of the soul, locked onto his own. “I’m so sorry. That was really wrong of me. I should never have…”

Snapping back to the present, Matthias thought it was funny that in the daylight, all that power she’d had over him was nowhere to be seen. She didn’t even appear to be the type of woman who could be so aggressive. She was just a pretty young nurse with a hot body and great hair, who was looking vulnerable.

Had it even happened? They’d probably given him painkillers, and God knew that could f**k your head up.

Then again, if nothing had gone down, she wouldn’t be apologizing, would she.

“It was a total breach of protocol, and I’ve never done anything like that before. It’s just…you were in so much pain, and you wanted it…and…”

Had he? He remembered it had been very much the opposite. Except what did he know—he thought he’d actually orgasmed. Maybe that hadn’t happened, either.

Which would make sense.

“Anyway, I just thought I’d tell you that before I go—and you’ll be out by the time I come back from my days off.”

She seemed so honestly ashamed and distraught. And for some reason, he had a feeling it was entirely within his character to take advantage of her, for no other reason than that it would make her uncomfortable.

“It was my fault,” he heard himself say—and the instant the words were out, he believed the confession. “I’m the one who should be sorry.”

After all, pity f**ks operated on the same principle whether the damn things went all the way or not: woe is me; can you take care of my cock; thanks, honey.

The nurse trailed a pale hand on the fake-wood footboard of the bed. “I just…yeah, well, I don’t want you to think I go around doing that.” She laughed awkwardly. “I’m not sure why it matters, but it does.”

“You don’t have to explain.”

As she glanced over, her cautious expression relaxed into an honest smile. To the point where he found himself checking her ring finger for evidence of a marriage certificate.

Nope. Bare.

“Thanks for being cool about it all.” She looked over her shoulder at the door. “I guess I should go. Take care of yourself—and please remember to follow up with your own doctor. Head injuries are nothing to fool around with, and memory loss is serious.”