Leave Me Love (Call Me Cat Trilogy #2)(4)

He waggled a finger. "Dating before sex."

"Right. Then what was that?"

He had the devil in his grin. "The Ashton Davenport experience."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, the modesty. The modesty is too much."

"Other girls didn't think so."

"Other girls?"

He blushed. "Oh, shit. Shutting up now."

"Fetch my gown, Bath Boy."

He did and helped me back to bed, squeezing my ass as he pulled the sheets over me.

I smiled, and a bitter taste filled my mouth. A ringing filled my ears. "I need to rest."

"After that bath, so do I." He kissed my forehead.

I closed my eyes.

***

And I found myself in the corridor, alone.

It was quiet. The clock down the hall showed around 10 p.m. Hours had passed since my bath. A door to my side was ajar, and a young boy waved from inside, moonlight glinting on his dark hair. "What are you doing?"

Good question. "Walking."

He nodded. "I sleepwalk too, sometimes."

I brushed the bump on my head.

The boy frowned. "You okay?"

"Yes."

"Maybe you need a nurse."

"Maybe." Or maybe I just need to get out of here. "Don't tell anyone about this, okay? I don't like people knowing I sleepwalk."

He lowered his head. "Me too."

"Me neither."

"What?"

I shook my head. "Never mind. Goodnight." I found my way back to my room, only a few doors away, and lay down. It was dark, and Ash was gone. My IV hung to the side, discarded. I must have taken it out myself—I'd heard people could do stuff like that sleepwalking—or never put it back in. I buzzed for the nurse and checked my cellphone. Detective Gray had tried calling. I called back.

"Hello?" He sounded tired, like he'd worked too much on a day he'd wanted to sleep through.

"Detective Gray, it's Catelyn."

"Miss Travis, thanks for calling back. We tested the note."

I held my breath.

"No residue."

I dug my nails into the bed. "But I saw it."

"I'm sure you did. Look, sometimes we see things that aren't really—"

"Shut up."

"Goodnight, Miss Travis." He hung up before I could respond. Stupid detective.

I hadn't imagined the words. I'd read them. The ink had disappeared. It should have shown up in testing. Unless…

Unless they didn't test the same note I read.

Unless someone switched out the original note with a fake one.





Chapter Three


Coffee and Tea


THE NEXT DAY, I was finally discharged.

Every minute in the hospital had felt like torture. They'd tell me to rest, but would wake me up every few hours to give me medication. The medication would make my mind fuzzy, and my thoughts would drift as exhaustion and stress pulled me into a disturbed sleep filled with too many dreams.

When I had a moment of clarity, I'd called Detective Gray and told him my switching note theory. He'd said he'd look into it.

I looked forward to sleeping in my own bed and to more intimate time with Ash. He'd spent most evenings by my side, using his charm to get around visiting hours. But there were certain things you just couldn't do in a hospital.

The doctor, a middle-aged woman with greying hair and kind eyes, handed me a stack of discharge papers. "Someone has to keep you company at all times to make sure you aren't suffering any more concussion symptoms."

"What about work? School?" Already dressed in clothes Bridgette had brought me, I was ready to get the hell out of there.

"Take it easy—and if you notice any symptoms, come back in immediately," she said.

I nodded. In order to get out, I'd had to keep down solids while under supervision, so they knew my insides were working. I'd also had to 'prove my mental stability'—whatever that meant. I hadn't told anyone about the sleepwalking because I didn't want to give the doctors any leverage in keeping me here longer. Besides, it hadn't happened again.

Ash frowned and turned to me the moment the doctor left the room. "You're not going back to work, Catelyn."

"I have to. I still have bills, now more than ever with all the medical expenses." I wasn't looking forward to talking sex with people other than Ash, but I would make my own way until the scholarships Professor Cavin promised came through. It was just a few more months. I could handle that.

I looked up at the man before me, his eyes stony and his face hard. I just hoped my new boyfriend could handle it.

Bridgette showed up with flowers and a big smile. "Let's get you out of here. I can't stand hospitals."

"That's always reassuring to hear from future doctors," I said.

"I love the practice of medicine, but I don't think anyone likes hospitals. They're depressing."

Ash pushed my wheelchair through the bleak corridors and carried my bags, while Bridgette chatted away about the week and all that I'd missed. Which wasn't much, except for a lot of press I was happy to have slept through.

But the press wasn't done with us, and they were waiting in hordes when we left the hospital.