Eve & Adam (Eve & Adam #1)(26)

“I’m good,” Aislin says, waving her hand vaguely.

Eve’s door is open, but I knock anyway. It takes a couple rounds before she wakes up.

“Yeah?” she calls.

“It’s Solo. I’m with Aislin.”

“What?”

“Hi, E.V.,” Aislin calls.

“What … just come in, will you?”

Eve looks about like I probably looked twenty minutes ago. Like she can only open one eye. And there’s possible drool in the left corner of her mouth.

Why do I find that kind of hot? Seriously. Sleep drool.

She sits up. She’s wearing a too-small T-shirt. Her hair is all on one side of her head.

Her eyes widen. She barely notices me. Aislin staggers over to the bed and just sort of melts into her arms. It’s a long hug. I stand in the doorway, staring at my feet.

I’m thinking it’s time for me to sneak away quietly when Eve looks at me over Aislin’s shoulder, frowns, and jerks her head a little, indicating that I should come in.

I do. Feeling like I’m entering the Holy of Holies.

Oh my God. I’ve never been in a girl’s room before. It smells different in here. It smells good.

Still, the realization is disheartening somehow. All of this is new to me. Including the acknowledgment that it’s all new to me.

“Aislin,” Eve says softly. “Oh, Aislin.”

The nurse appears in the doorway. “Dr. Anderson’s on his way,” she says. “And you’re in no condition to be having visitors in the middle of the night.”

“Please,” Eve says, stroking Aislin’s hair, “leave us.”

The nurse wrings her hands.

“Two minutes,” Eve snaps, and the nurse retreats.

There’s some of her mother in Eve, I realize with a shock. I’ve never seen it in her before, but when she wants to, Eve can summon up that same voice of command and control.

“So?” Eve asks Aislin.

Aislin won’t meet her eyes.

Eve looks at me. I start answering before I realize I’m doing it.

“Your mother woke me, told me to meet her at the elevator. Aislin came up. I’m supposed to find her a place to stay.”

Eve hears what I didn’t say. “My mother told you to bring her here, to me?”

“No. Actually she told me absolutely not to do that.”

Eve’s forbidding expression softens.

“I don’t always do exactly what I’m told,” I say.

“Well, thanks,” she says.

I comb my fingers through my hair. It’s tangled up, even by my standards, which are pretty low. “I should get going.”

“Stay,” Eve says firmly, going all Terra on me again. She winces, looks down, smiles a little. “I mean, please stay, if you don’t mind.”

I grab a chair. “Sure. No problem.” I was hoping she’d say that.

“Tell me, Aislin,” Eve says gently.

“They came to Maddox’s apartment.” Aislin takes a shuddery breath. “I was there. They started banging. Crazy. Threatening him. They broke a window and someone must have called the cops. Which was lucky because they got in. The gangbangers, not the cops, I mean. I tried to … so one of them…” She mimes a punch. She started strong, but now the narrative is breaking up. She’s breathing hard, as if the whole thing’s happening all over again.

“The guy, so he hit me, and I fell down. Kicked me in … Maddox, they had him, the other guys, and they were tying him down. He was yelling for help. I tried. My phone. Then, wham again. A gun and they were pointing it. Maddox. Then the sirens and I ran, I got out of the door and down the stairs and I was going to get the cops to come and help. Confused, because of being hit and all.”

Eve looks at me.

There’s a knock on Eve’s door. It’s Dr. Anderson with the nurse, who’s carrying a tray of bandages and sutures.

“Jeez,” the doctor says. He is wearing a pair of red silk pajamas. His feet are bare.

Dr. Anderson moves Aislin to a spot where the light is better, over by the desk. He peers sideways at her nose. The cut looks bad. The nurse tsk-tsks under her breath.

The doctor pulls on rubber gloves, prodding the wound. “Yep. It’ll definitely need stitches, young lady. But first let’s get a radiograph, make sure nothing’s broken.”

Aislin doesn’t complain. She’s kind of gone somewhere else in her head.

The nurse and doctor help her out the door. “It’ll only take a minute,” the nurse says.

“You stay put,” Dr. Anderson admonishes Eve. “You’ve had enough fun for one day.”

“It wasn’t all fun,” I offer.

Eve presses her lips together, suppressing a smile.

“Should I go?” I ask Eve when they’ve left. “I mean, there’s nothing more I can do, I guess.”

Eve adjusts her sheets. “It’d be okay if you stick around,” she says casually. I can’t tell if she wants me around or not. “I might need backup while I’m reading Aislin the riot act.”

“Yeah, okay,” I say, matching her tone. “I’m totally wide awake, anyway.”

We sit in silence. The mirror has get-well cards taped to it. There are flowers everywhere. Girl things are scattered around the room: a makeup kit, a bottle of perfume, something unidentifiable that’s beige and silky.