that would be just as cruel as what he’d said about his family. He didn’t want to hurt her. He just wanted to protect himself from getting hurt. And that’s what would happen if she stayed. “It’s going to be a lot of work. I don’t want to be a burden on you.”
Her lips thinned in annoyance. “You’re injured, Vlad. Taking care of you is not a burden.”
“Elena—”
She held up her hand. “Look, I know we haven’t talked in a long time, and things have not been good between us, and I hate it. I don’t want us to be enemies. I want to do this for you. I owe you at least this much.”
His eyebrows tugged together. “Owe me? What are you talking about?”
“You’ve done so much for me, and someday I hope I can pay you back for my tuition and everything else, but for now this is what I can do.”
He jolted as if she’d nailed him in the nuts. “When have I ever asked you to pay me back?”
“Never, but only because it would never occur to you. So let me do this for you. Please.” She blanched suddenly and backed away from the bed, arms once again wrapped protectively around her chest. “I mean, unless . . . unless you don’t want me here.”
Want her there? He’d been wanting for as long as he could remember. Longing for a moment just like this—her, next to him, promising to stay. But he never wanted it like this. He didn’t want her there temporarily, and he definitely didn’t want her there because she felt obligated.
“Oh,” she breathed. “I see.” Her arms now hung loosely at her sides, and her eyes were wide with the surprised betrayal of someone who’d just been sucker punched.
Her crestfallen expression cleaved him in half. “I’m just not sure it’s a good idea, Elena.”
“Right,” she said, forcing a smile on her face. “No, of course. I—I understand.” She turned quickly, her sneakers squeaking on the floor, and she crossed the room to where she’d left her things by the couch.
“Elena, I’m sorry—”
She crouched to zip up her backpack. “Why? It’s my fault. I put you in an awkward position. I shouldn’t have come without talking to you first.”
“What are you doing?” Because it looked like she was getting ready to leave right that second, and dammit, he didn’t want that either.
“You have a lot to deal with, obviously,” she said slowly, as if choosing her words carefully. “Maybe it would be easier if I just go unlock the house instead of you trying to track down your neighbor. I still have a key. And then I can stay at a hotel tonight before heading back to Chicago tomorrow.”
“You don’t have to stay at a damn hotel,” he growled. “You have a bedroom.”
Elena stood, swung her backpack over her shoulder, and extended the handle on her suitcase. The wheels made a click-click noise against the floor as she crossed the room before pausing at the end of his bed. “If you need anything from the house, do you want me to have someone from the team bring it over?”
A familiar panic seized his chest. “Are you leaving? You don’t have to go right now, Elena.”
“Or I can bring stuff to you tomorrow. I can stop by before I go to the airport to say—” Her words got stuck on something in her throat that she had to cough to clear. “To say goodbye.”
The door to his room swung open once again before he could respond. He bit off his words with a scowl at whomever had the bad luck to interrupt right now. The team’s media manager poked his head around the corner. “Can I come in?”
Elena held Vlad’s gaze for a split second before greeting the unwanted visitor. “Yes. Come in.”
The media manager looked back and forth between them, finally catching up to the drama apparently unfolding in front of him. “Um, I can come back.”
“Can you please give us a minute?” Vlad asked.
“No need,” Elena said, her voice clipped and her lips thin. “I was just leaving.”
She walked toward the door without looking back.
“Elena, wait—” Vlad tried to sit up as he called her name, but the tightness in his leg sent him flinging back with an argh.
The door clicked shut with quiet finality.
CHAPTER THREE
“Where y’all from?”
Elena looked out the window from the back seat of the Uber she’d called to pick her up from the hospital. “Chicago.”
The driver, an older man