Page 164 of Captive Omega

I refocus on him and nod. “Okay.”

We sit on two white metal chairs outside the same room I met Isaura. The only people in the hallways are nurses and the occasional doctor. Everyone is in scrubs. There’s not a hint of a white coat anywhere, and I know exactly who to thank for that.

“You lied about that meeting,” I say, staring straight ahead.

“Did I?”

Still not looking at him, I nod. “You had a meeting this morning, and you moved it to tomorrow. Didn’t you?”

When he doesn’t respond, I turn to face him.

While I was staring at the wall opposite, he must have been looking at me.

“Some things take priority. This is one of those things,” he explains.

“Who were you supposed to be meeting?”

“No one important,” he says.

“The head of the biggest bank in the city,” Vaughn yells.

I’d thought he was still sitting in the car. He’s at the front door, back to me, watching the front of the clinic. He must have been there awhile to have heard so much of our conversation.

“The head of the biggest bank?” I ask Garrison.

His expression is impossible to decipher. “He was offering us a million to find something.”

“A million?”

“But like I said, some things take priority. So it wouldn’t have mattered what he offered.”

A door creaks open.

“Resa?” Isaura calls out.

I get up, take a step toward her and stop, turning to face Garrison. “You don’t have to stay.”

My last appointment took over an hour. This one will probably involve drawing blood and other tests if Isaura wants to check my iron levels.

He settles back in his seat. “I know.”

But he will anyway.

“And if another job offer worth a million dollars comes along?”

“We’re not the only security company in the city.”

I turn around so he can’t see my smile and follow Isaura into her office.

“How are you feeling, Resa?” Isaura closes the door and leads the way to the same chairs we sat in before.

“Okay,” I say, taking a seat. I’m a million times more relaxed than my last visit, but that doesn’t mean I’m not distracted.

I can’t stop thinking about the men waiting outside for me, content, it seems, to put their lives on hold while I have this checkup. Even if it costs them a million dollars.

Isaura gives me a long look, crossing one ankle over the other. “That was permission to tell me everything. Even if it doesn’t feel important. I give you permission to unload.” She motions toward her chest with both hands. “Let me have it.”

I smile, loving her energy. “I’m okay. Really.”

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