Page 169 of Love Thy Brother
“What?” I ditched my phone and glowered at Embry. “I’m not crying. My eyes are fucked.”
“Why?”
“Migraine.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Oh no, you didn’t.”
Embry changed lanes. “Didn’t what?”
“Didn’t pull that O’Brianuh-huhbullshit with me. If you’ve got something to say, fucking say it.”
“I don’t have anything to say, Rubes. I just want you to be okay.”
“I’m fine.”
Embry made another disbelieving sound, but I tuned him out and fiddled with the DAB, tuning it to Mellow Magic to soothe my irate soul.
Then I tipped my head against the cool glass of the window and blocked the world out.
I didn’t fall asleep. But it still shocked me to open my eyes in a gravelled car park a little while later.
The sun remained my nemesis. I frowned at my surroundings. “Whisper Wellness Clinic? This ain’t a farm.”
“Yes, it is.” Embry shut the car off and slid out from behind the wheel, slamming his door.
Mine opened a split second later. “Out you get.”
Fucking hell. I loved Embry more than life itself, but he was starting to piss me off.
I got out of the car. Embry took my arm like I was 103 years old and guided me to a lodge style building that was surrounded by rustic chalets.
A big dude waited for us. Closer to Locke’s age than mine.
“This is Harry,” Embry said. “My cousin’s husband. He’s a chronic pain specialist and he’s going to help you.”
He shoved me at Husband Harry and strode away.
Little shit. I sighed and held out my hand. “Hey. I’m Rubi.”
Harry smiled. “I know. Come inside.”
He preceded me into the wooden building. It smelt of incense, disinfectant, and oak trees. Like a hippie vet clinic or some shit. There was lots of open space. Pretty art on the walls. A couple of doors that led to treatment rooms.
Harry opened one and waved me inside. “Take a seat.”
“Where?”
“Wherever you like.”
I wasn’t feeling beanbag vibes, so I chose a chair by the desk. Harry took the one opposite and opened a file, pulling out images that meant fuck all to me.
“What are they?”
He held one up. “The images from the MRI you had last year.”
“How the fuck did you get those?”
