"Why didn't you want to go to the hospital?" He asked her. "Why did you insist that I clean the wound and dress it? I am not a medical practitioner. What if it develops some..."

"Some what?" Maya snapped, raising an eyebrow, "what are you talking about?"

"I meant, the wound could..."Cade stopped in his tracks, and looked away when he saw the scowl on Maya's face.

They were sitting outside her luxury penthouse. Maya's injured leg was on his thighs and he was cleaning the wounds with a methylated spirit. The moonlight illuminating the glass windows the apartment was built with. The apartment had a beautiful view of all the houses in the city as well as the ocean. It was an ethereal appearance and as much as Cade would have liked to deny it ,he couldn't help but marvel at the riches the Alberto family possessed.