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Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Tia marched into the ER with a mission. No one was going to tell her she couldn’t see Carlos. His parents were on their way, but no one was going to keep her from being by his side.

It had taken her longer than she wanted to give her first statement to the police. They wanted something more detailed tomorrow, but they had finally released her. She knew that Carlos had been taken to the hospital, and they had told her it wasn’t serious. Until she laid eyes on him though, she wasn’t going to be okay with any of this.

Just as she neared the doors, a young nurse stepped into her way. “Do you have a family member here?”

She opened her mouth to answer, but a familiar voice from her past sounded behind her.

“Let her in, Jainey. She’s here to see Santini. I’ll take her back.”

She turned. Nancy had been the nurse who had been by her side the moment Adrian had taken his last breath. She was probably close to her mother’s age, with kind eyes and an even kinder disposition.

“Thank you.”

She nodded as she urged Tia forward. They walked side-by-side down the hall. It was quiet, except for the beeps of machines and the low murmur of voices. The scent of antiseptic cleaner filled her senses. She hated the smell of it because it always reminded her of the night Adrian died. When they reached the room, Nancy stopped her.

“He doesn’t have any complications, and he refused pain meds.” She rolled her eyes. “Men. But, the doctor is prescribing him some, and I assume you will take care of him?”

“Yes.” There was no question about that.

“It was just a graze, but make sure he keeps it clean. And, please, make him take some pain meds. He needs to rest to heal.”

“Thank you, Nancy.”

Her expression softened even more. “I didn’t know if you remembered me. And, before you say anything, it’s okay if people forget me. They often spend some of the worst days of their life near me,” she said with a chuckle. “Now, go see him. He was already complaining and demanding to see you.”

“Thank you, again.”

Tia drew in a deep breath and opened the door. Carlos was sitting on the bed, his shoulder wrapped up. He had his jeans and boots on, but nothing else. The fact that he was safe brought tears to her eyes. She blinked, trying to keep them from falling, but it had the opposite effect. When Carlos looked at her, horror etched his features.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

She wiped away some of the tears, but they just kept falling. He was safe, that was all that mattered.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re crying. You don’t cry.”

“I do cry.”

He frowned at her harder. “Well, stop it. Right now.”

She wasn’t sure if she heard him right. “Excuse me?”

“Stop crying.”

She blinked and, for a moment, she did stop crying. Mainly because she was stunned at the order. Then anger came marching back in.

“I’ll cry if I want to.”

He gave her a disgruntled look. “I refuse to allow it.”

“I don’t care what you refuse to allow, you oaf.”

“You never cry. You only cried once in all the time I have known you and that was…” he made a motion with his hands. They both knew he meant when Adrian had died. “I see no reason for you to cry right now.”

“I cry when I am in pain, or tired, and I damned sure cry when someone I love has been hurt.” She shouted the last part of the sentence. Before either of them could respond, the door burst open. Marcella came rushing in, Tony on her heels.

“What happened?” She grabbed Tia and pulled her into her arms. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just a bruise or two.”

“What do you mean you have a bruise?” Carlos demanded.

Marcella pulled back. “Has he been a pain?”

She nodded. “And he told me not to cry.”

His mother looked at Carlos ready to yell at him, but her expression softened. After giving Tia’s hand another squeeze, she moved over to her son.

“How are you?”

“Fine now that you noticed I was in the room.”

Marcella shook her head and leaned down to kiss his cheek. She whispered something in his ear that made him smile.

When she pulled back, she smiled at Tia. “See, everything is okay. Carlos is safe.”

Tia nodded as Joey walked into the room followed by her husband.

“They said you can go home as soon as you sign some papers. I think your mother should be out at the house to take care of you.”

“No one asked,” Carlos said.

“Carlos, I raised you better than that,” Marcella said.

“He won’t take his pain pills,” Tia offered.

“Oh, that explains it then. He gets so grumpy when he’s in pain.”

“Can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?” Tony asked.

“I can,” Tia said. “I talked to the sheriff. It seems some companies are betting that they will be able to frack in the area. Our land sits over some natural gas, or so they say. Chet wanted to get his hands on it.”

“How?”

“The sheriff said that Chet thought my brother had left some kind of papers behind. When he had asked for help to start the ranch, Adrian had papers drawn up. For some reason, Chet thought he could steal the papers and forge them.”

“Have you seen the papers?” Tony asked.

She shook her head. “More than likely, Adrian shredded them.”

“But why go after you?” Marcella asked.

“I made a comment that the whole ranch would shut down without me. Chet thought I was serious. He has enough money to buy the ranch. Well, if Carlos sold it at the old appraised value. Chet thought without me in the picture, he could buy the land. And yes, none of it makes sense, but Chet owes some very bad people money. He wasn’t thinking right. Add in the drugs and alcohol...he’s on the edge.”

Jainey, the nurse, came in then stopped abruptly. She looked at Carlos. “You have a large family.”

Carlos shook his head. “You have no idea.”

“Sign these and you are out of here. Do you have someone to take you home?”

“I’ve got it,” Tia said.

“I can drive.”

She opened her mouth to tell him to shut up, but the nurse saved Tia from a fight.

“Actually, you can’t. Not allowed. So we need someone to say they will drive you.”

“I said I have it.”

He gave her a nasty look, but said nothing else. At least she knew she had won this battle. It would give her a little downtime to prepare for the next one.

By the time they got home, it was the middle of the night. Actually, Carlos thought it was almost morning.

“I can walk into the house without your assistance, thank you very much.”

She was really starting to irritate him. He didn’t need to be babied. The fact that she thought he was weak enough to need her help was embarrassing him. She said nothing to that, which irritated him even more. Normally, Tia would tell him to shut the hell up and suck it up like a man. Now she was just allowing him to say all kinds of horrible things. That made everything so much worse.

By the time he made it into the house, he was out of breath. Dammit, it was just a flesh wound. Not even close to what he’d endured in Iraq.

A wave of dizziness smacked him, as the room started to spin. He grabbed the bannister to steady himself.

“Dammit, you hard-headed idiot,” Tia said as she stepped close to him.

She didn’t ask before wrapping her arm around him and helping him up the stairs. By the time they reached the top, they were both out of breath. He was beyond lightheaded.

“I got it,” he said, ignoring the panic that threatened to choke him.

But as he stepped away, the hallway turned into a fucking carousel again. Tia muttered something under her breath and grabbed him. She continued to cuss up a storm as she pulled him through the doorway and into his room.

“Sit down.”

She didn’t wait for him to do it. She just shoved him down.

“Hey,” he said, ready to lay into her, but she obviously didn’t want to argue anymore.

“You are going to listen to me, Santini. I am not going to deal with another of your pig-headed dumbass moves. You are going to rest, and you’re going to deal with the panic.”

“I’m not panicking.” Not really.

“You are and it makes sense. The smells, the actions, it all had to mimic what happened in Iraq. Sit. Stay.”

“I’m not a fucking dog.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

She said nothing else as she turned and headed back downstairs. She was mad at him, and while he wasn’t sure why, he could understand it. He had been an ass all the way home. And worse, she was right. From the moment he had smelled the gun powder, his brain had been sending distress signals to his heart.

He lifted his legs up to settle back on the mattress. Then, he closed his eyes. His shoulder hurt, but not much. Closing his eyes, he drew in a long, steady breath and did the exercises his therapist had taught him. It had been so long since he had been forced to use them, but he could already feel his heartbeat slowing and his breathing normalize.

When he opened his eyes, he found Tia watching him from the doorway. She was holding his prescription bottle and a glass of water.

“Feel better?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

She walked over and handed him the glass of water. Then she opened the bottle of painkillers.

“I don’t want to take anything.”

“Well, you are. You need to get a little rest to heal, Carlos.”

He didn’t want it. Pain pills always made him sleepy and dulled his senses. It wasn’t a feeling he liked.

“How about half a dose? Just enough to take the edge off.”

He hesitated, then nodded. He accepted the pill and took it without arguing. She turned to leave, but he grabbed her by the wrist. “Don’t go.”

She smiled. “I was just going to take off my boots.”

He nodded, but he didn’t let go of her.

“Carlos?”

“You said something at the hospital. I want to know if it’s true.”

She studied him for a long moment. “I always say what I mean. You know that.”

Of course, she was evading the answer he sought. She might say what she meant most of the time, but she was avoiding the answer he needed to hear.

He slipped his hand down to weave his fingers between hers. He tugged on her hand and urged her to sit down on the bed with him.

“Tell me.”

She sighed. “I said it already.”

“Tia.”

“Okay, I love you. Feel better?”

“Yes. A lot.”

She said nothing for a long time, then she looked away.

“What’s wrong? You know I love you.”

She nodded and sniffed. God, if she started crying again, he was surely going to lose it.

“Tia.”

She looked up at him, and her eyes were wet, but the tears had not fallen. Not yet. It made her look even more vulnerable.

“I’m sorry. All this mess, your little meltdown is because of me. I should have picked up on Chet being an asshole earlier.”

“How? The man had more than a few screws loose. What he was trying to do made no sense. You just got caught up in it.”

“And got you shot.” It didn’t take a genius to hear the self-recrimination in her voice.

“No, that was me. I went in too early, but I just…Tia, I can’t have anything happen to you. Ever.”

Her eyes widened, and he realized she really didn’t understand how he felt about her.

“I told you I loved you last night.”

She smiled. “I know.”

Apparently she didn’t. He tugged on her hand once again, and pulled her onto the bed. He rolled them over the mattress so that he was on top of her.

“Carlos, your shoulder.”

“I’m fine.” Although, it was burning like a bastard at the moment. He ignored it. This was more important.

“What you don’t understand is when a Santini, man or woman, says they love someone, it’s for life.”

She blinked. “What?”

Why did he have to fall for a woman who had no idea how much she meant to him? She didn’t realize that if she had been hurt today, he wasn’t sure what he would have done to Chet.

“I told you last night and I’m telling you now. I plan on marrying you.”

She frowned. “So you pin me to the bed, tell me you love me—”

“Again.”

“Yeah, whatever. Then you just tell me you’re marrying me?”

“Yeah.”

“This is unacceptable.”

He blinked. “What?”

“Do you think because I am kind of a tomboy for the most part that I don’t deserve romance?”

“Yeah, you do. And I plan on pulling out all the stops. Don’t worry.”

For a long moment, she said nothing, then her mouth curved and her face lit up.

“Just so you know, I want it done right.”

Joy and satisfaction filled him knowing she would be his.

“And if I don’t, I’m sure you’ll let me know,” he said with a chuckle. She was laughing as he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her.

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