But now that she had, instead of getting therapy or learning how to cope like a normal human being she was using her power to keep us apart at the detriment of Dallas’s health and Lennon’s happiness.
Which was, again, complete and utter bullshit.
“She knows this is happening,” I said with an angry snort. “If Farrow knows about his separation sickness, there’s no way she hasn’t connected the dots.”
“We told him about the bonds, I doubt Lennon has told her mother,” Maverick pointed out. “The brain will go through hoops to deny something it doesn’t want to think about. If she acknowledges our bonds, then she has to also acknowledge that she will have to let go of Lennon eventually.”
“She needs to let go. Lennon’s almost thirty for crying out loud,” Brooks grumbled around Dallas’s fingers as he pressed his twin’s hand to his mouth.
The sound of a sudden commotion out in the hallway drew my attention from Dallas’s sleeping face.
“Ma’am, you can’t go in there.”
“Try and stop me,” a familiarly stubborn voice said and the curtain in front of the door was yanked open and there she stood with my father behind her. Her chest was rising and falling heavily and her cheeks were flushed as she stared at us with wild eyes.
“Lennon?” Maverick gasped like he was seeing a ghost.
The nurse who had told her she couldn’t come into our room was trying to pull on her arm, probably not recognizing Lennon’s face, and Lennon yanked her way out of her coat, slipping her arms out and hurrying into the room and straight to Dallas’s bed.
“Oh.” She gasped as she cupped his gaunt face in her hands and pressed her forehead to his, her blonde hair falling in a wave around their faces and obscuring them from us. “I didn’t know, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay,” I told the nurse who looked about two seconds away from sumoplexing Lennon out of the room. “She’s our omega.”
Just saying those words again sent a tingle of warmth through my body.
Looking over at my father, I shot him a questioning look.
“How?” I asked quietly as I watched Lennon bathe Dallas’s face in tears as Brooks rubbed circles down her back.
“I told her what was going on and she burst into a cabinet meeting and threw a tantrum the size of Texas,” my father said, sounding very impressed with the woman in front of us. “They’ve got her under a pretty heavy lock and key over there, Son. Her new Secret Service head looked like she wanted to take me out when I went to speak to her.”
“And that agent is here now?” I asked, frowning. Senators, especially family friends to the Holloways like my father was, shouldn’t have been met with animosity from a seasoned agent.
My father nodded once, his eyes meeting mine. It was clear he had already come to a similar conclusion as me. “Out in the hallway.”
Leaving Lennon’s coat with him, I peeked out to find a tall slender woman dressed in a suit just outside of the door.
“Hi, I’m Agent Adams, and you are?” I asked, holding my hand out to her.
She didn’t take it, glancing down at my hand like it was infected.
“I’m Agent Kidwell. I was on Miss Holloway’s detail before the loss of Agent Brady and I am now heading up her detailpermanently.”
The way she said the word permanently told me everything that I needed to know about her.
She didn’t like me or my pack.
I examined her face a bit more closely. She looked familiar.
“Did you happen to work with us these past couple of months? On the outside security team?”
Kidwell’s overall expression didn’t change, but there was something in her dark eyes that flickered at my words.
“Off and on. I had no set space while I recuperated from the original kidnapping attempt,” she said, her eyes not looking into mine as she stared straight ahead.
“Mr. Adams?” one of the nurses said as she and the doctors got ready to enter the room. “The doctor would like to speak to you about treatment for the patient.”
I wanted to continue to poke at Agent Kidwell, the weird sense that I was missing something poking somewhere deep in my brain, but the nurse didn’t seem like she was willing to wait for me.
