“And you didn’t simply tell her?”
“No.” I had not intended to involve her in this, but I should have known better. Women tend to be far more curious in nature. People believe it’s because they are nosy, and in part it’s true, but subjectively, women are more vulnerable. They want to see the possibility of threats that could lie ahead.
“What am I to do here?” She leans her hip up against her desk, waiting for my direction. Naomi is alone, except for the man knocked out in the wheelchair.
“I take it there is no footage of how she got this man into that wheelchair?”
“The man had been sitting on a bench outside of the hospital. He got up and went east, but the cameras on that side went out for two minutes.” She holds up her fingers. “When they came back, there was nothing, but your girl was already pushing him toward the entrance. I’ll get his identification when we pull his wallet.”
“He won’t have it.” It’s either tossed in a dumpster in that alley or on her.
I don’t think she has it on her. Naomi is still in those tight spandex pants that cling to her and a thin jacket over her sports bra. I’m sure she finds it simply functional, but I’m also positive it helped her lure that dumbshit down that alley.
Women—they can be a man’s downfall or his greatest strength. I saw that at a very young age.
“All right, then.” Sloane lets out a sigh, putting her stethoscope around her neck. “We both know—” She stops speaking when the screen flickers and then goes black. “The hell?” Sloane grabs the mouse, thinking she can fix it.
“It will come back.” And it does a few seconds later, except the curtain is now closed. Mac might not be in the room with Naomi, but she’s around. “They are quite the team.”
“You’re saying that was her?” I nod. I wait, debating what I should do next. Whattheymight do next.
A knock sounds at the door, pulling Sloane’s attention there. Not mine; I turn toward the other that goes into the bathroom, flicking cameras on and off. She’s not knocking. Naomi would have had the door open.
In two strides, I’m to the other door, yanking it open to see Naomi coming to her feet, the window behind her open.
“Sunshine.”
Her lips press together in a firm line. Jealousy looks damn good on her. Makes her even more attractive to me.
“How did you know?”
“I can’t tell you all my secrets.”
“So this marriage will have secrets.” I love the way her eyes keep assessing me. She is both impressed and annoyed with me. Most importantly, she is intrigued.
“There is a marriage, then?”
“Don’t respond to my question with one.”
“Was it a question?”
“I’m not here to play games with you.” She steps toward me, and I know it’s not to get closer to me but to go through the door. I shift to fully block the doorway. There’s no way in hell I’m letting her leave here with the wrong impression. I might like to bait Naomi and even enjoy her jealousy more than I should, but Inever want her to think there’s anyone but her for me. That’s not saying I’m not going to have a little fun first.
“This isn’t a game to me.”
“It shouldn’t be, not when your life is on the line.”
“Are you going to kill me, Sunshine?” I smirk and lean my shoulder against the doorframe casually.
“You can move, or I can move you.”
“Don’t tempt me.”
Those icy blue eyes narrow on me. “You think I can’t move you?”
“You’re always assuming and putting words into my mouth. That’s not very like you.” She knows better than to assume, but right now she can’t help herself.
“You don’t know me.”
