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Most of the rooms down here I’ve never been in for fear of walking into someone’s bedroom—like I did that one time. I know Rafael’s room is down here somewhere, but I’m not interested in finding him either.

I press my ear to the door, and there is zero notice before the door is pulled open only seconds after me leaning against it. I almost fall flat on my face. I catch my balance and back up, only to find Bernice glaring at me with a flustered look on her tight face. She scowls at me, closing the door.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she says.

I raise my chin, crossing my arms over my chest. “Enzo said I can go where I want as long as the room isn’t locked.”

Her scowl deepens, if that’s even possible. She walks away, her heels clacking angrily on the wood floor. I wish one of those heels would snap and she’d break an ankle.

When she’s gone, I go back to listening, but all I hear are muffled voices. I barely make out words. It gets silent after a few moments. There is a deep grunt and a snap. I pull my head away from the door, my heart pounding heavily. That didn’t sound good.

Someone laughs, this deep belly laugh—who the hell is laughing right now?

The door is pulled open again, and this time the younger man, who I don’t know, walks out. He shuts the door behind him and startles when he sees me.

“Sorry, Miss.” He tips his head and walks down the hall.

I follow him.

“Can you tell me what happened?” I ask.

He looks at me over his shoulder, shaking his head. “I’m not at liberty to discuss patients.”

“But I’m his wife,” I say, the words making both of us come to a halt.

Did I just play that card? Yes, yes, I did. Because I want answers.

“His wife?” he questions with a furrowed brow.

I nod. “It’s new, barely a week, but I’m worried. He’s been gone all day, and he comes home like this, and I heard grunting and—”

He nods, stepping closer to me. “Dislocated shoulder, but it popped back in with ease. He’ll be fine.” He gives me a small, reassuring smile, and I wonder how this man who seems so nice works for someone like Enzo.

“What’s the healing time?”

“He should keep the sling on for a couple of weeks. No heavy lifting for at least two months.”

I nod again. “Thank you.”

He smiles and leaves.

I turn around, staring at the door. Enzo is on the other side. I wonder why I’m relieved knowing he is okay. If he were dead, I’d be free.

But I’m relieved he isn’t dead, and that brings me a whole new wave of confusion I don’t have the energy to pick through.

Chapter Forty-Two

Jordan

I finish drying myself off, grab my t-shirt, and put it on over my mostly-dried swimsuit. I’ve spent two full hours in the hot tub, and my muscles feel brand new. The last couple of weeks have been pretty boring. Enzo has kept mostly to himself, doing a lot of work in his office or leaving. He hasn’t shared a meal with me. To think—if this were a real marriage, we’d have been on a honeymoon. But of course it doesn’t, so instead, as a new wife, I’m moping around the house trying to find ways to keep myself busy.

I drop the damp towel into the hamper against the wall and stop to stare at the massage table. I’ve spent a lot of time in this spa room since I’ve been here, and this is the first time I’ve noticed different sheets on this massage table.

They were sky blue.

Now they’re white.

Clean.