Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 135382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
She could do good here and Nate could have a semblance of a family.
“You want anything?” Sadie asked.
“Sure. I could use a pick me up. How about a vanilla latte?” How long had it been since she’d had one of those? Her mouth kind of watered. If she lived here, she could go to restaurants and coffee bars. It was hard when the nearest city was thirty miles away and she didn’t have a lot of backup.
She could eat and shop and have friends to do girly things with. She could maybe meet someone. Not the bodyguards. They were lovely to look at but she couldn’t handle another big, glorious manly man. Nope. She would stick to her own kind. Find a nice doctor or a lawyer who spent more time in the courtroom than a gym. No more notched hips to distract her. No way.
“Doctor? Is there a doctor? I think my friend is having a heart attack!”
Steph looked over and there was a man in the doorway to the building. Several people were pulling cell phones, assuring the panicked man that they would have an ambulance here in no time at all.
But Steph knew any time was too long, especially when she was right here. She ran toward the man. He was in jeans and a T-shirt, his beard a bit ragged. “I’m a doctor. Where is he? Did he collapse?”
“Around the corner,” the man said. “We were looking for the parking lot, but he collapsed onto the sidewalk.”
She didn’t even think about the fact that he wasn’t moving to get in front of her, merely pointing her in the direction he wanted her to go. Her adrenaline was already up. People reacted in many different ways when confronted with medical emergencies.
Her mind was on what she would need to do.
ABC. Airway. Breathing. Circulation.
“Was he conscious when you left him?” She ran around the corner and stopped. No one was lying on the ground. They were on the far side of the building, the street blocked by large bushes that also cut the majority of the noise. There was a good three or four feet of grass that ran the length of the side of the building, and there was nothing at all but green.
And she was alone with the man who had run into the building.
She turned, hoping she was wrong.
Nope. Not wrong. The man she’d been trying to help was standing there, holding a gun aimed at her head.
“Hello, Dr. Gibson,” the man said, his accent now strong. How had she not heard it before? “My boss would like to have a word with you.”
She held up her hands and prayed she survived the next few moments.
* * * *
Brody stepped into the small locker room. It looked like even though this McKay-Taggart office didn’t also house a club and living quarters, there was still space to work out. He was sure Taggart himself would call it the dog park and discuss the need for all the puppies to expend energy, or something equally obnoxious.
Liam was by his side. “Guidry? Is there a reason the office is empty?”
Even from where he was standing, Brody could hear that Cajun groan. He stepped out, his body covered only in a white towel wrapped around his waist. “We’re getting dressed. Charlotte sprang the doc on us. We didn’t think we were meeting with her. Honestly, I thought you would just tell us what we were going to do. I didn’t realize the doc had a choice in the matter. I’m a little surprised. You’re quite bossy when it comes to your family.”
“And that’s why you live alone, Guidry,” O’Donnell shot back. “You always let the woman think she has a choice. However, you’ll find I recently emailed you a schedule for who will watch over her and when and where. I’ve also sent you protocols you’re to follow, but I want you to chuck ’em right out the door.”
Guidry’s eyes narrowed. “Ah, you’ve decided this is serious. I got the feeling when you came in this morning that you weren’t sure. What’s happened in the meantime? And why the hell is the Aussie here? Shouldn’t you be back in London?”
Oh, it was time to start letting the whole team know why the hell he was here. “She’s my client. I’m running lead on this. You can look at what O’Donnell sent you all you like, but I’ll be the one making the decisions when it comes to the doctor.”
“Oh, really now?” O’Donnell asked.
“Really.”
O’Donnell watched him for a second, but then he softened slightly. “You might find that a harder job than you think.”
Probably. The new boyfriend might not like that someone she had a past with was trying to control the situation. He would deal with it. “It’s my job, all the same.”