Surrender to Me (25 page)

Kata bit her lip. Yes, she knew running off was dangerous; she wasn’t too stupid to understand that. But Mamá had a history of respiratory problems, and Kata had successfully nursed her back to health every time.

“You okay in there?” Tyler called through the door.

She started. How had he made it all the way up the hall without her hearing the footsteps? Tyler might seem like a nice guy, and he definitely flirted, but under all that charm, Kata suspected that he’d be lethal.

“Fine,” she called before he got suspicious. “I’m . . . looking for something more comfortable to wear. Mind if I take a quick shower?”

He hesitated. “No problem, but, um . . . don’t be long. I paused the movie so we could watch the end together.”

Think, think.
How was she going to get out of here?

“You mean you do care about Bella and Edward?” she teased to throw off suspicion—and because he deserved it.

“Fine. It’s not total trash. That’s the most you’re getting out of me. Ten minutes, Kata.”

“Perfect. No problem.”

How the hell was she going to escape him in ten minutes?

An idea hit her. She dashed into the bathroom and turned on the shower to mask the sounds to come. Then, hoping this didn’t put her on the grid and in danger, she sent out a quick text to the one person she trusted implicitly and hoped would never refuse her.

Chapter Twelve

S
INCE sneaking out of Tyler’s apartment, Kata had experienced the worst twenty-four hours of her life. She paced her mother’s hospital room as dusk turned to dark, raking a hand through her heavy hair. She needed a shower and a meal—and some way to stop herself from strangling Gordon.

“Control yourself, Katalina,” her stepfather snapped. “You look like an elephant stomping from one side of the room to the other. You have your mother’s grace, which is absolutely none, and I—”

“Shut up!” she whirled on him, fists clenched, menace boiling inside her. “How could you fucking leave her alone with no way to help herself when you knew she was sick? She could have died!”

From her chair in the corner, Marisol gave an imperceptible shake of her head. Kata knew what her sister was saying. This would only make Gordon more angry and defensive, something he’d take out on Mamá. Mari was definitely of the don’t-get-mad-get-even school of thought. But Kata couldn’t keep pressing her anger down. She wanted this asshole to pay.

Gordon rolled his pale eyes in his pale face. “You’re being dramatic. Of course the doctor will say she’s at death’s door. He makes more money that way. But this cold isn’t as serious as you imagine.”

“
Cold?
It’s full-blown pneumonia. If we’d waited much longer, Mamá’s situation could have been life-threatening. Doctors don’t make this shit up.”

“Katalina, no man wants a woman who yells and curses at him, questions his sanity, or corrects him. Coupled with your weight, it’s no wonder you’re still single.”

She was mad enough to chew nails—and spit them in his face. Then tell him that she was no longer single. But now wasn’t the time to start more family drama. She needed to focus on Mamá.

“Well.” Mari rose between them on long legs to her lean, elegant height. “It’s nearly eight. The cafeteria will stop serving dinner soon. Did you eat, Gordon?”

He shook his head and glanced at her mother. “I’m going home. I’ll eat there.”

“After visiting for ten minutes?” Kata’s jaw dropped.

“
CSI
is on. Carlotta knows I never miss it.”

Even when his wife lay sick in the hospital? She supposed if he could work late tonight to prep for a meeting that wasn’t until next week, he could leave early to watch some stupid-ass TV show. That was so like Gordon. Self-centered to the core.

Kata swallowed back her fury. “Fine. There’s the door.”

“I don’t like your attitude, Katalina.” He gathered up his suit coat and jangled his car keys in his pocket.

Yeah? She didn’t like him, period. But what good would telling him again do? He already knew exactly how she felt.

“Get the hell out of here.”

He harrumphed, then marched for the door like he was the freaking king of England.
Loser.
The only thing exalted about Gordon was his opinion of himself.

“Good night, Mari.” He speared Kata with a narrow-eyed glare, then left.

If he thought for one minute that she cared about his snub, he couldn’t be more mistaken.

“God, I hate him,” Kata said to her sister once he was down the hall and out of sight.

“No more than I.”

“But you never say anything to him!”

Mari’s raised brows and somber gaze showed thin patience. “No point in making things worse for Mamá.”

Kata knew that her temper often got the best of her where Gordon was concerned. “Sorry.”

Her older sister shrugged. “You do it to defend Mamá. She knows you love her. I do, too, but I won’t get involved again until she decides to leave him.”

Yeah, Mari had made that crystal clear. “Why won’t she divorce him? I know she’s unhappy and thinks she has no other options, but damn, she’s still young and bright and kind.”

“And thoroughly stripped of her self-esteem. He’s left her dependent on him financially and emotionally. Until she figures out her options, we’re just making a bad situation worse.”

Kata gnawed on her lip. “You’re always so logical, and I know you’re right, but . . . it just breaks my heart. I wish I could
do
something.”

Mari hummed noncommittally, then reached into her briefcase to extract some papers. “I’m worried about you, as well.”

“Me?”

Spearing her with that older sister look, Mari nodded. “When you disappeared after the shooting, I called Ben. To say I was shocked that you’d
married
Hunter was an understatement. I didn’t tell Mamá, but . . .” She sighed in exasperation. “What were you thinking? You know almost nothing about him, and what Ben has told me—that Hunter is dominant and controlling—doesn’t give me a good feeling.”

“He’s dominant sexually.” Kata winced at the blush crawling up her face but forged on. “He’s not an asshole like Gordon,” she defended.

“Are you sure?” Mari, ever the level-headed attorney, got right to the heart of all of Kata’s concerns.

How could she convince her sister that it might walk and quack like a duck—but this time, it really wasn’t a duck? She wasn’t completely convinced herself. Hunter wasn’t mean-spirited like Gordon—but he possessed a ruthless streak. She had no idea what sort of husband that would make him.

Mari went on with her cross-examination. “Why couldn’t I find you after that shooting? I had no idea where you’d gone until you stopped to call.”

“Well, it’s partially my fault. There wasn’t a lot of time, but I also didn’t want you to fuss over me.”

“Hmm.” She didn’t sound convinced. “Would Hunter have let you tell us where he’d taken you?”

Kata winced. “Probably not.”

“Yet you’re assigning yourself the blame?” her sister asked incredulously. “Who does that sound like?”

Mamá, but . . . “After the shooting, Hunter didn’t want anyone knowing where I was, for safety’s sake. Since I was fine and you knew it, I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”

Mari raised a dark brow, looking decidedly skeptical.

“Look, I admit Hunter can be overbearing, but he’s not all bad. He makes me feel really special. Sometimes ... he says just the right thing.” She sighed. “And I melt all over.”

One thing Kata knew for sure, if she’d suffered her mother’s illness, Hunter would never leave her hospital room to watch
CSI
. He’d probably never leave her side, period.

Mari slanted a hard glance at Kata. “If you’ll remember, we liked Gordon once, too.”

That knocked Kata back in her chair. Mari was right. Years and years ago when her mother and Gordon had been dating, he’d been a peach. Once, he’d taken her, Mari, and Joaquin to an amusement park, then for ice cream later that night. He’d always brought candies and toys when picking up Mamá. He’d done magic tricks and sang karaoke, played Super Mario Brothers . . . And after Gordon and her mother had married, he’d slowly morphed into the asshole they all knew and hated.

“Kata, think about it. You don’t know anything about this guy except that he’s a Navy SEAL and good in bed.”

Great
in bed, but Kata understood her sister’s point. She
so
wanted to believe that Mari was wrong that it was like a physical ache. But the warning dredged up all her own uncertainties and magnified them. Mari could be dead-on. Kata really didn’t know.

“He’s just . . . really protective,” she said, oddly determined to make her sister understand that Hunter had good qualities.

“He
claims
that he’s protecting you, but don’t you think that cutting off communication from all your loved ones and making you take a leave from your job is awfully extreme?”

“A professional assassin was after me.” Kata defended Hunter—even as Mari’s words sank in. Hadn’t Kata told him just yesterday that the marriage had been a rash mistake? So why was she trying to sway her sister?

“How do you know that isn’t what he told you so he could lock you away for himself?”

“Hunter wouldn’t lie about that. Besides, the shooter pushed his gun to the base of my skull.” Kata shivered just thinking about it.

“I’m not saying that you weren’t in danger. But how do you know it wasn’t one of Villarreal’s street punks or someone else you pissed off along the way, rather than an assassin? How does Hunter know?”

“The gunman told me that he’d been hired to kill me.”

Mari pressed her lips together. “Would a professional assassin bother to announce that? I’m concerned about your safety; don’t get me wrong. I panicked when I heard you’d nearly been shot. But Hunter’s behavior concerns me, too. I could be way off base here . . .” Her voice said she didn’t think so for a minute. “But you should think seriously of getting out of this marriage before he smothers you.”

Her sister’s words made Kata go numb from the gravity of the situation. Her own confusion weighed her down even more.

Mari finally held the sheaf of papers out to her. “I took the liberty of drawing these up earlier today.”

Kata took the papers with cold fingers and opened them.
Petition for Divorce.
Even though she’d talked to Hunter about ending it, seeing this document . . . Her knees buckled.

“All you have to do is sign them and get Hunter to do the same; then it’ll be over. If he really cares about you, he can always call you, date you like a normal guy, make the effort to get to know you. If he doesn’t, if he fights this like I know Gordon would fight Mamá, then ...”

Then she’d know. Thing was, she couldn’t picture Hunter just dating her. The way he’d immersed himself in her, tied them together almost immediately . . . he wouldn’t have bothered if he’d merely wanted to date. Besides, Kata had mentioned ending the marriage earlier, and Hunter had flatly refused. But Mari had a point, though Kata wished her sister didn’t. In fact, everything inside her resisted it. Then she looked at Mamá, pale and drained, lying frail in the hospital bed. A woman so unlike the vivacious mother she’d grown up with.

If she stayed with Hunter . . . could this be her in twenty years?

Kata clutched her middle, anger and confusion ripping her apart. She’d known Hunter for three days, and they’d been apart half that time. The thought of leaving him shouldn’t hurt so badly. But she already missed him now.

As she bit her lip, tears welled. She fought them, but the last few days and her mother’s ill health stacked on top of her until she struggled under the weight.

Mari crossed the distance between them and hugged her. “You like him?”

How did she answer that? What she felt went way beyond like. “I hate the way he argues, especially when he’s right. Then . . . two minutes later he’s everything I could have ever wanted and more, and . . .” She sobbed. “I don’t know if I want to go back to life without him.”

“Are you in
love
with him?” Mari sounded incredulous at the possibility.

For her sake, Kata wanted to say no. But she couldn’t. “I—I . . .” She blew out a deep breath. Part of her had been relieved when Hunter had been called away. Part of her had been terrified and bereft. “I don’t know.”

Mari looked shaken. “It’s possible?”

Given that Kata had never responded with such abandon to any other man? That everything inside her had begun dancing the samba when Hunter had said he loved her? “Maybe. But he scares the hell out of me.”

Her sister didn’t look at all pleased but somehow managed to smooth out her expression to something neutral. “I haven’t met him, so I should reserve judgment. But those papers give you power. Sign them,
hermana.
If there’s really something between you two, do this the right way, not by skulking off to a ratty chapel in Vegas for a drunken wedding. Get to know each other, meet your respective friends and family,
then
, when you’re ready, stand up in front of us all and profess your love.”

What Mari said made a hell of a lot of sense . . . in her sister’s ultra-logical world. Kata wasn’t wired like that; she didn’t make decisions with her head. And every emotion she had now was one huge jumble.

Kata gnawed on her lip again. She either needed to throw herself into this hypersonic relationship or end it now, before a decade passed and she was older or too dependent or—God forbid—had to drag kids through a divorce.

Kata put the papers in her purse. “I’ll think about it.”

Mari pursed her full, red mouth like she wanted to argue but merely nodded.

A moment later, Ben returned, juggling two cups of steaming coffee, and rubbernecked the room. “Gordon’s gone? That was a quick visit.”

“Mercifully, yes,” Kata murmured.

“Call me later.” Mari gathered her purse. “If I leave Carlos alone too long with the boys, Javi and Robby are likely to tie him up and burn the house down.”

Mari’s husband loved the boys, and sometimes discipline was shoved aside in favor of fun.