Page 92 of Peacock Me Like a Hurricane

I look at her in time to see the warning glare and the thread of green in her eyes before she gives that sniveling worm an encouraging smile. Huffing a bit, I hand the git his needle because her smile has calmed his jittery digits.

It figures. That doesn’t mean that I’m not eagle-eyed as he feels around for a vein. The problem inherent with a connection like ours is that she picks up on more than I’d like her to. She’s got that kitty radar for when I’m itching to do some damage. That makes it near bloody impossible to slip anything past her—like my yen for making the dear doctor all bloody and ouch-feeling.

~Quit, you’re making him more nervous. You’re not helping. ~

I’m not helping? Great. Just what I sodding wanted to hear. I’m about to comment, but she pales, and I hear a soft gasp as the needle penetrates her skin. The tube fills with crimson fluid and my gaze shoots to hers, heart skipping a beat. With a low warning snarl, I advance on the doc, intent on separating his head from his shoulders.”

~I’m okay. ~Her quick, reassuring whisper in my mind gives me pause and I pull up to study the truth in her expression. Fortunately for the balding git, she’s being truthful.

It doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t kill him, though.

~I don’t like you in pain, baby. ~Maybe I should have another go around on that whole ‘too small to eat’ thought I had earlier. Giving him a once over, I grin evilly, asking my mate,~Are you still hungry? ~

~Leave him be. ~She says in that same chiding voice.~I’m a baby about needles and you know it. ~

~I know. That’s why I wanted the best, but this git isn’t good for spit. ~With narrowed eyes, I watch every move he makes. I don’t have a clue how this nitwit got past the screenings at the Company because clones would eat him alive.

She sighs in relief as the needle slips out and the lab coat turns to set the tube on a small tray. I can tell she’s holding back a giggle when the pierced skin of her elbow closes before he can reach for a square of gauze. He blinks, but with the first and only glimmer of common sense I’ve witnessed, he remains silent.

Her eyes find mine and she winks, reassuring me she’s fine. “Where’s he going to test it?” she asks, her anticipation and excitement trickling through our connection. “Will he take it back to the Company? When will we know?”

Those are good questions that I have no answer for. Snarling low, I glare menacingly at the doc. “You heard her, didn’t you? Answer her. Now.”

~Be nice. Sheesh. He’s swallowing his tongue. ~

I grumble a little into her mind and she chuckles back, stroking a thought down my cheek. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see that the prat’s struggling for composure. I can’t say that dims my mood a bit at all. He looks back and forth between us like he’s watching some poof tennis match at high speed.

“I-I was t-t-told to b-b-bring the sup-p-plies necessary for a p-pregnancy test here.”

Sighing and rolling my eyes, I cross my arms over my chest in disgust. Is this supposed to be one of the Company’s finest? I need to remember to have a word or ten with Mikhail about the hiring procedures over on the other side. As it is, it’ll be tomorrow before the good old doc here spits out whatever he’s trying to say.

“If you h-h-h-have a s-small room I c-c-could use? F-for a few minutes? The r-r-results t-take ap-p-p-p—about th-thirty minutes.”

Looking for all the world like the single most patient woman in it—stop and marvel at that one for a moment—the minx nods and smiles at him all encouraging-like. “We do, Mr. Uh—what’s your name again, dear?” she says.

He blinks owlishly, as if no one’s ever asked him that question—I’m willing to bet a sodding Ferrari that they haven’t—and pushes his glasses up his nose. “M-M-M-Marvin. I m-m-mean, D-D-Doctor...”

She smiles and shakes her head, looking like the picture of graciousness. This is the woman who just ate a passel of Mormons, mind you, but she’s acting like Princess Diana in the slums. “Marvin will do.” Meeting my eyes, she asks, “Find Marvin somewhere to work, please?”

~Do it without hurting him, please. ~

~Spoilsport. ~

I blow her a kiss behind the doc’s head as I grab his arm more gently than I’d done when he first arrived—and drag him out of the room and down the hall to a spare bedroom. I’ve yet to decide what to do with this one, but it’ll suffice for his purposes. Turning on the light, I shove, er, usher the git into the room and let him go. I can’t figure out why he stumbles and almost dropsthe tray and bag he’s carrying. With a low grunt, I ask, “Will this do?”

He opens his mouth to speak, but bugger all comes out. Finally, he nods.

That’s fine as I’ve neither the time nor the inclination to wait for him to stutter out some piddling response that’s bound to test my resolve to not off him. Snorting derisively, I turn on my heel, closing the door behind me as I head back to my woman.

Once back in the room, I toss myself down on the bed next to her and throw a leg and arm around her. As soon as she touches me, I feel a sense of contentment steal over me, calming me without warning. I lift my head and look into her eyes, seeing all her hopes and fears. “Thirty minutes, my love, and I didn’t harm a non-existent hair on his head.”

She nods and leans in, kissing my lips. “Mm-hmm. If you’d hurt him, it would have taken longer.”

I rest my forehead against hers as her eyes twinkle with teasing mischief. Focusing inward, I feel for her heart and soul and wrap them around me like a warm blanket, sinking into the bond between us. With a grin, I brush her lips with mine.~It’s possible that you’ve got a bit of a point. I’m lucky that I’ve got you to keep me in line. ~

Chuckling, she nibbles at my lips.~Heh. One of us has to be the brains of this outfit. ~

My low growl muffles my bark of laughter.~Sassy minx. It's a good thing that I love you. ~

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