Cody gasped when they entered their apartment. For a guy, Nate sure was clean and organized. Or maybe this was just her work from before the accident. But then again, wouldn't he have messed it up during the time she spent at the hospital? Did he even come back while she was there?
Her thoughts were all jumbled and a mess. She just couldn't think straight. Rest was what she needed at the moment.
"Nate, I'm really tired. Where's the bedroom?" she asked with a yawn.
He seemed hesitant to show her the room at first but then he pointed at a room down the hallway.
She didn't understand his strange behaviour but went ahead to the room in exhaustion. When she entered, she noticed straight off that the room looked odd. It was too small for two people; it didn't have a dresser or mirror, there was only one cupboard and the bed was a single. Yawning again, she decided she'd ask him about it later. Almost immediately after her head hit the pillow, she was asleep.
She was lying down with her eyes closed but she wasn't asleep. She could feel someone else's presence near her but how was that possible? The bed wasn't big enough for two people. Suddenly, a hand slid around her, pulling her tightly to the body behind her. She jerked into a sitting position and the hand slid off her.
When her eyes adjusted to the dark room, she saw that this wasn't the room that she went to sleep in. This was a big room with all the furniture. There were several picture frames on the wall but she couldn't see the pictures that were held in them. A certain picture on her bedside table caught her attention. It was a younger version of herself playfully throttling a younger version of the blond guy from her memory.
"Cody?" a voice beside her said.
She turned around and saw the blond man looking at her with worry etched into his handsome features.
"Who are you?" she managed to ask.
"Cody, it's me. Squib," he replied looking even more worried.
"Cody!" she heard a different, yet familiar, voice in the distance.
She felt herself being shaken awake and looked into the face of Nate before falling unconscious.
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"The police said that they'll be checking everywhere in the vicinity of Quebec and Ontario for her." When Jay saw the shocked expression on Adena's face, he hastily added, "Don't worry. They said they'll keep this whole thing quiet. The public isn't going to know and they've guaranteed it. There is no way that Squib will find out."
Adena looked down. "I never should have lied to him in the first place."
"It wasn't your fault, Adena. Anyone would have thought the same thing you did. Don't blame yourself for it," he said pulling her into a hug.
"What if they don't find her? What'll happen then?"
"Don't think like that. Everything will be okay," Jay said gently.
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"Set, point, and match. Gary Furlong is the winner!" the commenter announced.
Squib went forward and shook hands with Cameron. "No hard feelings, right?" he asked.
"You won fair and square so no hard feelings. I'll just think of it as you getting even for me beating you during that last tournament," Cameron said.
Squib smiled and went back to his bench where his towel and water bottle were. He had just wiped his face and taken a drink when the reporters started swarming in.
"Mr. Furlong! How do you feel right now?" one asked.
"Do you think you deserved to win?" another asked.
"How are you going to celebrate this victory?" someone from the back asked.
Squib gave them his biggest smile. "I feel on top of the world and I think I did deserve to win. As for the celebration, it'll be happening back in Montreal with my friends and expecting wife. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to shower and then I have a plane to catch." With another smile, he left.
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