Mistaken Identity (Identity 1)
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“Not with the amount of weight you’ve lost.” He clenched his strong jaw. She squirmed under his gaze.
“Well.”
He wasn’t going to drop it, not after what he’d been through with Lis.
“It’s not anorexia.”
“Then what is it? Think long and hard before you tell me a lie, Kansas.” The steel in his tone shocked her. Damn he’s hot when he’s pissed. Her hormones shot through the rough, liquid flowed onto the inside of her thighs.
“I don’t know how to say this.”
“Oh my God, are you sick?” Color faded from his face, and his eyes took on a devastated expression that clawed at her insides. She took a deep breath. The world swam around her, and a hum sounded in the distance. Darkness swallowed her vision, and she
swayed.
“Kansas!”
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The annoying tone dragged her from the comfortable shadows she was swathed in. Forcing open heavy lids Kansas blinked as her vision blurred. She moved her arm and winced. A painful sensation traveled through her hand.
“Be careful, they have you hooked up to an IV. You were very dehydrated.”
“Jett.” She turned toward his voice and rubbed her eyes. “Are we in the hospital?”
“Yes, you were out cold, and I was terrified.”
“Oh God, did you call an ambulance?” Visions of her concerned neighbors lined up outside the room and word getting to her father played in her head like a horror movie.
“No, I took you myself in my rental car.”
“Thank you.” His face was drawn and worried.
She licked her lips. “What did they say?”
“They ran tests, but they couldn’t tell me much, just that it wasn’t life threatening.” He reached behind her.
“Yes?”
“Kansas Collins is awake.”
“We’ll send the doctor in right away.”
She smacked her dry lips together.
“Water?” he asked.
“Yes, please.”
He lifted the pink pitcher with the white lid off the night stand beside her and poured water into a cup with a straw.
“Here you go.” He brought the cup up to her lips, and she closed her eyes enjoying the coolness as it coated her mouth and her throat. The straw was pulled away.
“I don’t think you should drink too much. I’m not sure if I should’ve given you that.”
“Thank you.”
“Do you want to tell me what’s going on now?”