White.

Everything was white.

The walls, the ceiling, the uniform of the woman leaning over me--all white. But it was the smell that gave it away.

Hospital.

I really hated hospitals.

"You're awake," she said with a wide smile, as if it were a major accomplishment to blink my eyes.

Ouch.

Okay, maybe it was an accomplishment.

"You had us worried."

Who had I worried? I didn't exactly see hordes of people wringing their hands and crying over me. It was nothing like the movies. It was just the two of us, and she didn't look worried. She looked calm and collected. She smoothed her hands over the covers as she talked to me.

I resisted the urge to slap them away.

I hated being fussed over.

"How did I get here?" As soon as the words had left my mouth I wanted to take them back. Even I knew this was the work of my boyfriend, Isaac. The guy I'd thought was the one. Stupid me had fallen for his sexy smile and bad boy looks. Isaac wasn't a bad boy. He was an asshole with really hard boots and the occasional baseball bat. Too bad I'd accidentally set it on fire. It was a signed edition and everything.

Hmm, maybe that could explain why I was here.

The perky nurse clamped her lips tightly together. I had the impression she didn't want to tell me why I was there or how I'd got there or anything that might make me completely and totally freak out.

"You were injured. Do you remember anything at all?"

Of course.

Why wouldn't I remember?

I searched my mind for the details of the event that had led to my hospital visit. I had no doubt it was Isaac's fault. It wasn't the first time he'd sent me there, but I vowed it would be the last. I wasn't one of those poor saps who thought if he licked his boyfriend's boots a little better maybe he wouldn't beat the crap out of him.

I'd already forgiven him once, but that old saying span around in my head. Fool me once, shame on you--fool me twice, shame on me. This was my twice and I was done.

As I lay there coping with the pain raging throughout my entire body, the image of the perfect man drifted into my drug-soaked mind.

"I want Marcus." My voice was barely above a whisper, but the nurse heard me. She turned back with a curious glint in her pretty, brown eyes.

"Who's Marcus?"