Selling Scarlett
Hunter’s eyes are slightly wide. He’s nodding, but I can tell he’s not completely following, or more likely, he just doesn’t remember.
I hesitate before asking my next question. “Do you remember anything from the helicopter?”
After a second squeezing my hand, he shakes his head. I’m not surprised. In fact, I’m glad. The times he was conscious were horrible. I wish I could forget them, too.
“Did you go with me?” he whispers.
I nod. I have to bite the sides of my tongue to keep from crying, because as I sat there in the helicopter, watching those FBI people—or “chota”, as the Mexicans were screaming—work on him, I really, really thought he was going to die.
“I was with you,” I finally manage.
His eyes close as his fingers squeeze my hand. “Stay.”
*
~HUNTER~
Gentle hands are playing in my hair. It feels so good, I want to keep my eyes closed, but I miss Libby and I need to know it’s her.
Damn the effort it takes to get my eyes open. And when I do, I have to struggle to focus on her face.
“Libby…”
She looks up. She’s so pretty. I’m so glad she’s here.
She smiles her sweet smile, the one I’ve only ever seen her smile for me. “Hi, you.”
My throat’s dry, and I start to cough. Libby holds out a cup with a straw, and I gulp down a few sips of water. I feel really…stiff, so I try to shift my body weight. Pain like a hot poker lances through my shoulder and I have to bite my lip to keep from whimpering like a pu**y.
Now I’m in a cold sweat.
“Do you want some more pain meds?” Libby looks concerned.
I nod once, then shake my head. I already feel dizzy. If I take a pain pill, I might fall asleep.
“Are you sure? You look a little rough around the edges.” She strokes my hair off my forehead, and I shut my eyes. All I can think about is Lockwood taking her. I have another awful thought: What if I’m arrested for skipping the country? Who will watch out for Libby then?
I swallow and crack my eyes open. “Am I being arrested?”
She shakes her head. “But Lockwood has been.”
“For what?”
“For Sarabelle,” she says quietly. “And all the abductions. Human trafficking, they called it.”
“No shit?”
She nods. “That’s right. Actually, I think your dad had a hand in getting it done quickly. Lockwood was taken as soon as they got him back into the states. And, for the record, you just missed your father.”
I blink my gritty eyes. “He was here?”
Libby nods. “Yep. And he had news. He’s resigning.”
My shock makes my back hurt. “What the f**k?”
“Apparently he’s fallen in love with one of his aides. She looked a little younger than him, maybe in her thirties.”
I snort. “Oh.”
“But I don’t think that was all. He told me he had some personal things to settle. He’s coming back to talk to you tomorrow.”
I nod, because I don’t expect much from that bullshit. If my father is resigning, it’s probably because certain people in the FBI know about the Rita cover-up. I shift my weight again, testing the pain around my left arm. It streaks through me, and I find myself panting.
“You need pain meds.” Libby’s frowning.
“No. I want to know…about Priscilla.”
Her frown deepens as she leans a little closer, resting her chin on my bed rail. “She’s missing, Hunter. We didn’t get her out of Mexico. Cross says she might have gone with some of the locals.”
I shut my eyes. That’s f**king weird.
“Dr. Libby has been here. So has Marchant. And Loveless.”
I’m surprised. Not about Marchant, but about the others. “How is Loveless?”
“She left you those,” Libby says, pointing to a bouquet of yellow flowers, “and the others will all be back to see you tomorrow.”
Libby’s fingers stroke my face, and I reach out and grab her arm. I tug her closer, and she leans over the rail and presses her face into my side. She eases an arm over my waist. With my right hand, I reach out and touch her pretty dark brown hair.
“What about you?” I whisper. “How long have you been here?”
“A while,” she murmurs.
“The whole time?”
“Maybe.”
I smile a little, tightening my grip on her. “I can’t get rid of you.”
She sits up, so I can see her face. “You can’t,” she whispers, smiling. But her eyes look serious.
“I didn’t really want to,” I confess.
Epilogue
~ELIZABETH~
It’s one of the first warm days in March, and Hunter has a poker tournament this afternoon. This one’s at the Wynn, which is convenient since that’s where we’ve been staying. After he was discharged, we sort of took a two-month vacation here.
He offered to take me home to Crestwood Place and recuperate in Vegas on his own, but there was no way. After everything that’s happened, I just can’t stand to be away from him.
Suri understands.
Cross is here tonight, wedged between Marchant and I. Marchant invited him. It’s pretty weird how they’ve gotten to be friends. Maybe it’s motorcycles. I didn’t know it until recently, but Marchant has six.
It’s taken Hunter the last two months to return to play. For the first few weeks, he had trouble raising his left arm. Once he was completely healed, he went through a brief phase where he didn’t want to be seen on TV.
“Everyone thinks they know my whole life-story now,” he complained. “How can I have a poker face?”
And it’s true—the part about everyone thinking they know Hunter. Everywhere we go, I feel the stares. People outside Vegas and California and D.C. and New Orleans might not know what happened, but around those parts, we’re notorious. When I came downstairs tonight with Cross and Marchant, about thirty minutes after Hunter and the other players began filming, we were ushered to front-row seats marked for family only, and I saw the camera get a shot of us.
There are more poster-board signs in the small audience tonight for Hunter than for any of the other players, and I get my drinks for free.
Priscilla Heat finally surfaced a few weeks ago, trying to cross the border with a Mexican drug dealer. She was arrested, and is now awaiting her trial, along with Lockwood and his LVPD cousin, Josh Smith. Priscilla’s production company has been shut down, and I’ve heard her nasty films are selling for twice their old price. Further proof that the world doesn’t make a bit of sense sometimes.
In the last two months, so much has happened between Hunter and I, sometimes it’s hard to remember that’s what really brought us together.