Page 56 of The Silent Note

Probably to make sure I wouldn’t find them.

Well played, Marian. Well played.

I eye the white coat she has on and pluck at the collar of my own doctor’s garb. “Did you forget your nurse costume?”

“Oh.” She straightens and walks closer to me. In a conspiratorial whisper, she tells me, “we’re not wearing those.”

“Why not?”

“Are you aware those are…used?”

I can’t help but smile at her scandalized face. Grey is definitely not the adventurous type and, with any other girl, that would turn me off.

With her, it’s cute as hell.

“I got us a new set that I may or may not haveborrowedfrom the hospital on my way out.”

“Wouldn’t that still make the clothes ‘used’?”

“Yes, well…” she sputters. Giving up, she lifts the bag fisted in her right hand. “Just put it on.”

I take it from her and peek inside. The nurse’s scrubs are way too big for her slender figure. “You’re saying…I’mthe nurse?”

She straightens and gives me a smug little grin. It takes everything inside me not to grab her face and kiss the hell out of it.

“You have a problem with that?”

“No, ma’am. I do not.”

My phone buzzes.

Finn: Might need a bit more time. Sol’s having trouble setting the fire.

My expression must give away my concern because Grey immediately presses against me to peer at my phone. “What happened? Is something wrong?”

I try not to get distracted by her tits brushing my arm, even if it feels amazing. “I need to call Sol.”

Grey stays right there while I dial and I intentionally put the phone to my other ear so she has to press even harder against me to hear what Sol is saying through the speakers.

“What’s the hold-up?” I ask impatiently. “We only have a couple more minutes before the night watch changes.”

“Would you like me to set a small kitchen fire or would you rather I blow granny and grampa to high heaven in their sleep?” Sol explodes.

I shrink back. “Just get it done quickly.”

“And with no casualties,” Grey reminds, pushing up on her tiptoes to talk into the phone.

Sol ends the call abruptly.

Grey presses her feet flat against the grass and attempts to step back. I hook my hand around her and pull her up to me instead.

“Zane, what are you doing?” Her small fists fall like rain against me. “Zane?—”

“You could have let me know you were leaving,” I growl.

She goes still.

Her eyes dart guiltily away.

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