Of course they told her.
I shouldn’t be surprised; it wasn’t a violation of my privacy since she worked at SSI. Even on maternity leave, she checked in and helped out with paperwork.
Just like Jack.
“I’m okay, Meg. O.P. is a little worse for wear and has to stay in the shop overnight.” Paying for a new paint job sucked, but the damage could’ve been worse.
The detailer who did the paint job was friends with my cousin, Cass, and had come highly recommended. Cass had insisted I get the friends and family discount when she introduced us.Maybe I can get the discount again.
“Hey, Matt.”
“Hi Meg, how’s momhood treating you?”
“Momhood?” She tilted her head like a confused puppy. A smile spread across her face, making her emerald-green eyes sparkle. “I think I like that phrase. Momhood.” She nodded, confirming her opinion. “It’s treating me well, except for the lack of sleep. Thank God, Madi’s here.” She squeezed my shoulder. “She’s been a godsend.”
Dad handed Natalie to Meg. “Robinson, thanks for helping out.”
I almost laughed. Dad was literally paying Matt to ‘help out’.
“I’ll pick Madi up in the morning, since I’m meeting with Dr. Greenfield. Jay adjusted your schedule, you’ll cover the clinic until the new security system is in place.”
With any luck, they’d install the system right away and I could be bodyguard-free.
“What about after the cameras are installed, sir?”
Dad raised an eyebrow, and Matt corrected himself. “John.”
“Then we’ll station you on the street for rapid response. For now, I want you positioned on the porch. If anyone sets off your intuition, follow them inside.”
I’d argue with my father about that order after Matt left.
“Copy that.”
“We’re stopping at Grannie’s on the way to the clinic. Can we grab you anything?”
Matt declined the offer. “I’m stopping by the office first. What time do you want me at the clinic?”
“The meeting won’t take long.” Dad turned to me. “When do your first patients arrive for their appointments?”
“We unlock the door at eight-fifty-five.”
“Be there by eight-forty-five,” Dad said before dismissing Matt.
“Dad, Matt can’t follow patients, it violates their privacy.”
“No, but he can linger in the waiting room, so he’s nearby if something happens.”
I didn’t like it, but I couldn’t argue.
“We’ll discuss it with Dr. Greenfield tomorrow,” I said, hoping she’d be on my side and insist Matt stay outside unless called in.
Chapter 14
Matt
“What the fuck?” I asked the empty room.
Before relieving John, I searched the internet for information on Paul Bunson.
