Page 40 of Little Sunshine
“Of course, my boyfriend. Sorry, boyfriends. Plural.” Mila started to rub her forehead before pulling her hand away. “My whole apartment is full of men. Stacked to the rafters.”
I knew she was fucking with me, but that didn’t stop the surge of murderous jealousy from hitting harder than her fist to my balls.
As soon as you feel better, little girl, you’ll pay for that.
She sat as far from me as she could get, and I gave her that—for then. Every so often, she sipped her water, but I wasn’t fooled. She wasn’t resting. She was covertly checking her surroundings. Waiting for an opening. An opportunity.
If Miles moved even half a foot, she would run.
She wouldn’t get far, but that wouldn’t stop her from trying.
As I tried to find a way to get her checked out properly that wouldn’t terrorize her further, I watched and waited.
For her to throw more attitude my way.
For her to bolt.
For her to nut-check me again.
I’d have bet on at least one of the three. More likely, all three.
And I’d have lost.
Because rather than growing more antsy with each passing minute, Mila seemed to relax. She sank into the couch, her head bobbing.
I didn’t buy it.
“Nice try, baby. No one’s letting their—” My words cut off when her head dropped back suddenly.
Shit.
I quickly yanked her onto my lap, brushing her hair away so I could see her face. She didn’t look as pale as earlier. There was no wince. No scowl.
I thought she was out cold until she whispered, “Sorry.”
“You apologize too much,” I teased, trying to distract her while my panicked gaze shot to Miles.
He lifted his chin and spun to go get the doc.
“I know. Sorry.” Her tone held no matching playfulness.
“That took longer than expected,” Dr. Pierce said as he entered the room. I thought he was talking about the call, but his focus was on Mila.
And it wasn’t filled with the same panic I felt.
He didn’t seem fazed by finding her practically unconscious. Not even a raised eyebrow.
He sat on the table in front of us and put his fingers to her throat, feeling her pulse. Then he opened Mila’s lid to flash a penlight in. “Tell me what happened.”
“Car accident,” I answered for her.
Pierce met my gaze and shook his head before returning his focus to her. “Mila, who did this to you?”
Who.
Acid churned in my gut, the implication of that one word eating at me like poison rot.
“What happened?” he continued when she didn’t answer.
