Elizabeth homed in on the women behind the desk who had blocked Sam.
That wasn’t happening.
She was going to find something out if Chris couldn't. Even if that meant slapping common sense into them. She’d do it.
BET.
ON.
IT.
At his request, Chris nodded and patted Elizabeth on the cheek.
“Don’t do anything we’re going to regret like bitch slapping nurses. Do you hear me?” he asked, knowing his woman.
Elizabeth could be spicy when she was in a downward spiral.
At his words, she rolled her eyes.
Damn.
He’d read her mind and knew her so well.
So, she reassured him.
“I’ll behave. Go,” she said, knowing he had the best chance to get information on what was happening. While he was an ME, he also knew many of the doctors in DC on a friendly basis.
They respected him, and he felt the same.
“I’ll be right back,” he offered, leaving his woman in Sam’s hands.
When he was gone, Elizabeth focused on Sam.
“It’ll be okay. Tell me what else you know because I’m freaking the fuck out, and I need some logic to calm me down.”
Oh, well, she wasn’t getting that with him. Sam was also‘freaking the fuck out’, and he had been since the incident in the kitchen.
And that was rare.
Normally, he could detach, but he’d just gotten Charlie, and he didn’t want to lose him. Their life had just begun together.
They had so many years ahead of them.
“He hadn’t been feeling well since last night. I know he was off. If anything, he’s predictable. He went to bed early, and he didn’t want to…”
That’s when he realized he was about to say something that she didn’t need to hear.
He came to a dead stop.
Oh, she knew what he was about to say.
“If you’re worried about me knowing you and he were having sex, Sam, I already knew. I know about the wedding on the cruise ship. I was watching from the shadows. There’s nothing you can tell me that I haven’t figured out on my own.”
At her words, and how she said them, Sam felt horrible. It brought tears to his eyes.
“That had to hurt you,” he admitted. “Not being included…”
She stopped him.