Loving the Homewrecker (BOOK 3)

38

Adora

It seemed like years passed in just one day.

Sitting beside Santiago, holding his hand just in case that could jog his memory of me, it was growing to be less and less hopeful with each second.

What if I had to make him fall in love with me again?

I opened my eyes, looking over at him from the couch. He was still as content as could be, my hand still wrapped around his, resting on the arm of the bed.

"Maybe you can wake up today," I whispered, smiling as I stroked the back of his hand with my thumb.

News had gotten around that Santiago King had gotten in a car accident and was in critical condition, currently lying in a hospital bed unconscious. It was the talk of Seattle at the moment.

I knew he wouldn't have wanted that.

But there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop people from talking about it, even as much as I wanted to.

I sat upright and rubbed my eyes. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time.

7:56 P.M.

It had now been two days since I'd seen Santiago conscious.

And I was missing the conscious Santiago more than I ever imagined I could.

I pressed a kiss to his hand. Even though he hadn't remembered me when he woke up, I still had hope.

And if I had to make him remember why he fell in love with me, I would.

"As soon as he wakes up and remembers who you are, I'm sure you'll make him feel like he never forgot."

I looked over at the open door and smiled when I saw Toni in the doorway.

"Very funny," I said, letting go of Santiago's hand.

"I bet you'll have him locked up in the bedroom for a solid week."

I grabbed the coffee he was holding out to me, taking a sip of it as he sat next to me on the couch.

"Shit, you've been sleeping here for two nights?"

I nodded. "It's very welcoming."

He puckered his lips out. "I highly doubt it. Just sitting down on this thing makes me feel like something's stuck up my ass, I don't know how you and Santiago do it."

I just looked over at him.

"I'm just trying to lighten the mood," he said, "obviously my defense mechanism is too much sarcasm."

I smiled. "Thanks for trying."

"I know how down you were when he woke up," he said, "Asad told me everything. And also how you and Sandra threw down in the waiting room, I just wish I could've done it."

I shook my head. "I should probably clear the air with her. I blew up, I didn't even mean to."

"Well, she is a bit insensitive at times, I probably would've blown up, too."

I just nodded. "Very true."

I took a sip of my coffee and admired Santiago's sleeping, bruised face.

"I think," Toni began, "he's going to wake up today."

"He has about," I said, looking down at my phone, "four hours to wake up today."

He shrugged. "I bet it's going to be today. And I'm not a psychic or anything. But maybe if he does wake up today, maybe I should look into it."

He stood up with a shrug of his shoulders. "I'll see you."