Chapter 7
“So you’ve always been angry then?”
Juston was staring at the floor, his patience exhausted. Cal didn’t blame his younger brother. He was all but worn out too. The pair of doctors had gone to work on them for the past hour and a half.
It hadn’t taken long for his brother to turn sullen. It fit the part he was playing, but it felt extremely genuine. Cal wasn’t even sure if he was faking anymore.
“Not always,” he grumbled. “My anger has a catalyst. Such as ignorant females asking repetitive questions.”
Cal held back a snicker. Dr. Dunkel didn’t. Her laugh echoed around the room, and he saw his brother shake himself.
Juston had it bad for the doctor already. That could complicate things.
“What other types of things can set you off, besides ignorant females?” the other doctor, Beyhard, asked. She was shorter and rounder than Dunkel, with reddish-brown hair and a darling mole perched above her wide mouth.
Both females were attractive, running the spectrum from tall and lithe to more voluptuous. Either could have kept him amused for a night.
Neither gave him impure thoughts.
If I spend too much longer on this mission,I’m going to need to move in here myself.
He hadn’t been laid in almost a week. He should be practically salivating at the sight of the two gorgeous ladies in front of him. He might even get a kick out of the interrogation aspect of the scene, or the idea of two on one.
Instead, he was just bored.
Females were all the same. They wanted any chance to manipulate, to learn your secrets to their own advantage. Maybe he’d been in the spy business too long, but he could no longer look at a person without wondering what they were hiding or what they might find out.
Except her. The little female who’d thrown herself around his legs and had called him beautiful. Her eyes had haunted his dreams last night, and he’d woken up, surprised to find himself aroused. Chalking it up to coincidence, he refused to admit to himself that he might find her attractive.
She was sick, not likely to get better. It was inappropriate to let himself feel an attraction to her, let alone indulge it.
So why did he keep thinking about her then?
Turning his attention back to the session, Cal beat a rhythm on his knee. “Dr. Dunkel, Dr. Beyhard. If your intention is to provoke my brother into a towering rage, you’re hitting your target. However, I for one would prefer to stop short of a full-blown episode.”
Dunkel’s eyes were twinkling, but Beyhard nodded. “I agree. That’s enough for today.”
The taller female laughed. “And we were just starting to get somewhere.”
“Yeah, on my last nerve,” Juston muttered, then stood, striding to the door and throwing it open.
Dunkel followed him, and when she passed Cal, he felt as if a cold wind were blowing past. He rubbed his arms, hoping for some warmth from the friction.Strange.
The beautiful doctor’s voice chased his brother down the hall. “A pity you have such a short fuse,” she said, and Cal began to think they really were attempting to elicit an angry reaction.
What’s her deal?
Beyhard nodded at him as she passed, then followed her colleague out into the hall.
There’s only a few moments before they notice I’m missing, Cal thought, springing up and heading to the cabinet in the corner. He pulled open the door and started shuffling through data tablets, looking for any clues as to the whereabouts of the Guardian. Praying that Juston would keep them distracted, he scanned the files as quickly as he could.
“Eyes!”
He started, dropping the stack of pads he’d yanked from the cabinet and scattering them all over the floor.
This is the opposite of what I need right now.Heknelt down and gathered the pads as quickly as he could. “Can’t talk just now,” he said, but that didn’t stop the female from moving closer.
“Good… afternoon… Ian Fleming.”
