Page 29 of Doctor Wolf's Human Nurse

Xyla laughed. “It rarely does.”

“I thought I loved someone before, but look how that turned out.”

“Not every man is like your ex-boyfriend. Most of them have morals. You just happened to pick one who was willing to sleep with the professor for a grade.”

“At least I won’t have to worry aboutthatwith Sawyer.” Abby laughed.

The conversation shifted to the baby and the virus affecting the shifters. Then, Sean came home, so Abby hugged her friends and returned to her little cottage.

Abby pulled into the parking lot half an hour early the next morning with a box of donuts for everyone.

A tall woman with dark brown hair and brown eyes approached her as she was getting out.

“Good morning. How are you today?”

Abby eyed her suspiciously. “Good. I hope you are.”

“I’m doing great. My name is Dahlia Rogers and I work alongside my husband at the laboratory on the hill. We’relooking for great medical personnel. We did a background check on you and we think that you’d be perfect for us.”

“You did a background check on me? How did you even know my name?”

The woman smiled and it sent a creepy chill up her spine. “We have our ways. Anyway, we are working on ways to eliminate different stains on humanity, in a nice, humane way. We’ll pay you twice what you’re making at the clinic.”

“What do you mean, eliminate different stains on humanity?”

Dahlia waved her hand as though to brush off the question. “You’ll find out all about it when you join us.”

Abby shook her head. “I don’t think so. I have a pretty good idea of what you’re up to. It’s evil. I also know who you are and what you did, and there is no way I could work with someone who would steal from people so desperate for health care.”

Dahlia lost her composure and her smile turned into a snarl. “You shouldn’t listen to lies spewed by people like Sawyer Cooke. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll get far away from him. Otherwise, you’ll go down in a pool of blood just like he’s going to.”

Abby watched as Dahlia turned tail, stormed over to an olive-drab jeep, and flew out of the parking lot, leaving skid marks.

“I’d say that went well,” Abby said. “I wonder how much of their budget is spent on new tires.”

She pulled the donuts out of the back seat, and with a heavy sigh, walked into the clinic, hoping that her meeting with Dahlia wasn’t some kind of evil omen as to how the rest of her day was going to be.

Maybe I should just go home, pull the covers over my head, and try again tomorrow.

Sawyer came in a few minutes later.

“Good morning. How are you?”

His smile faded when he saw the look on Abby’s face.

“What’s wrong?”

Abby told him about the encounter she had with Dahlia that morning.

Sawyer sighed and called the chief of police, who he was friends with, and had Abby repeat her story.

“Unfortunately, there’s nothing that we can do. We can’t arrest someone for making a threat. However, I’ll make a report of the incident so we have documentation in case this becomes a stalking or harassment issue. I suggest you document the situation as well.”

“Thanks, Chief,” Sawyer said.

He looked at Abby with concern. “I’m so sorry that she threatened you because of me. I hope you aren’t going to leave.”

“No way. I’m not going to leave because of her. I don’t allow bullies to control my life.”

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