Enemy Mine (Unseen Enemy Book 3) by Marysol James Read Free Book Online Page B

of course. Just let me open the wine, OK? Let it breathe.”
    “OK, angel. Meet me in the shower. I’ll be the naked guy.”
    She laughed and got out of bed too. She pulled on her bathrobe and padded down the hallway to her spacious living room. She found the white wine, opened it up, set it on the counter. That was when she saw that the mail had arrived; it sat on the carpet just inside her apartment door, and she bent over to pick it up. She idly flipped through the letters, and when she saw the one from the University of Colorado Hospital, she paused.
    Huh. What’s this?
    She ripped it open and when she saw the letter, she froze in disbelief. When she flipped to the second page, then the third, then the fourth, she felt all the breath leave her body.
    This has got to be a huge mistake. Oh, my God .
    She sat down on the sofa and read the last three pages again, went over every single item listed on them. She was horrified to realize that actually, yes, this was accurate. She had indeed had every single one of those treatments, procedures, and surgeries.
    But I have medical insurance! How is this possible?
    And that’s how Dean found her a few minutes later. He wandered in to the living room, a towel wrapped around his lower body.
    “Hey, I thought you were going to join me.” Dean smiled at her, then saw her face and he started in alarm. “Emma? What’s wrong?”
    She shook her head. “I – I got a letter from the hospital.”
    Dean immediately sat next to her. “What happened?” His whole body was tense with worry.
    “It’s a bill.”
    He paused. “A bill?”
    “Yeah. The outstanding amount that I owe, after my medical insurance has covered their part.”
    “OK,” he said calmly. “How much is it?”
    She stared down at the letter in her hand.
    “Emma? How much?”
    She looked up again. “Just over five hundred thousand dollars.”
    He almost fell of the sofa. “What the fuck?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Can I see?”
    She handed it to him, and watched his face as he skimmed the pages. He looked up at her.
    “Maybe this is just a summary of stuff, Emma. Why don’t you take it to the HR department of your office and ask them what’s happening?” He tried to keep his voice level. “It may all be a big misunderstanding.”
    She twisted her fingers together. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll go tomorrow and talk to Helen Carrow. She’ll know what’s going on.”
    “OK, angel.” He studied her face. “You doing alright?”
    “Yeah. It was a shock, but I’ll find out what’s going on before I start to panic.” She took a deep breath. “I’ll go see Helen first thing in the morning.”
    **
    Dallas looked up from his laptop to see Olivia standing in his office doorway. He grinned at her and spun in his chair.
    “Hey there. How was everything at the shelter?”
    “Good, actually.” She walked over to him and he pulled her in to his lap. “I helped Trish and Lily move in to their new apartment.”
    “They happy?”
    “Happy and nervous.” Olivia ran her fingers over his strong forearms. “Even though Trish’s ex is in jail, and will be for a few years, she’s still scared. But Lily loves her new bedroom… she’s thrilled that we painted it purple and white for her. I think they’ll be OK, in a little while.”
    Dallas nodded. He’d met the families at the shelter for battered women and children that Olivia had started and which she now supported and funded, and they all had the same look in their eyes: stark fear, mixed with a startling commitment to get on with their lives, despite their abusive spouses and fathers. He’d never seen such astounding physical embodiments of hope before, in the whole of his life.
    He gazed up at Olivia now, wondering how she was doing with her own internal battles. He reached up and stroked her cheek, the one with the scar. She didn’t flinch this time, so he saw that as progress. Dallas placed his large hand on the back of her neck and pulled her in for a gentle kiss.