“On a job interview,” she said gently. “Brenda’s boss might have something part-time.”
“Are you sure you want to move back here?” Kell asked.
“Yes,” she lied.
“Good luck, then.”
“Thanks. See you, Kilraven. Thank you, too.”
He grinned. “Keep your gunpowder dry.”
“Tell them.” She pointed to her two companions. “I hate guns.”
“Bite your tongue!” Kilraven said in mock horror.
She made a face and went out the door, her two companions right behind her.
* * *
Bentley met them at the elevator. “Where are you going now?” he asked her.
She hesitated.
“Job interview,” Rourke said for her.
“You can’t leave the clinic,” Bentley said curtly. “I don’t have anybody to replace you yet!”
“That’s your problem,” she shot back. “I don’t want to work for you anymore!”
He looked hunted.
“Besides, Kell and I are moving back to San Antonio as soon as he heals,” she said stubbornly. “It’s too far to commute.”
Bentley looked even more worried. He didn’t say anything.
“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” she added.
“Dr. King’s filling in for me,” he said.
“Until when?”
His pale eyes glittered. “Until I can convince you to come home where you belong.”
“Please. Hold your breath.” She walked around him and into the next open elevator. She didn’t even look to see which direction it was going.
* * *
It was going up. She was stuck between two oversize men and two perfume-soaked women. She started to cough before the women got off. The men left two floors later and the elevator slowly started down.
“Wasn’t that heaven?” Rourke said with a dreamy smile, inhaling the air. “I love perfume.”
“It makes me sick,” Chet muttered, sniffing.
“It makes me cough,” Cappie agreed.
“Well, obviously, you two don’t like women as much as I do,” Rourke scoffed.
They both glared at him.
