“You look like shit. I think he’s worried you’ll pass out.”
“I like Ed better than you.”
That just made him laugh out loud. Jenner was watching her, assessing. She wasn’t sure whether he was wondering about her health or her character. Probably both. She would definitely be thinking about both. She should because she was feeling a little woozy, and everyone knew you couldn’t trust anyone from The Company—even a lowly analyst like her.
“Ian.”
He stopped right outside of the door. “You either get your ass in that bed, or I will pick you up and put you there myself.”
What the hell ever. She would get out of there later. Besides, the room was now spinning, and she was pretty sure throwing up on him was probably not the best idea.
With her head held high, she stomped over to the bed and sat down.
“Legs up.”
She slanted him a look but did as he ordered.
“Jenner, can you check on her? Make sure she’s okay.”
The former medic walked over, a silent moving mountain. He really was huge, but for some reason, he didn’t scare her.
“You do know where you are, right?”
“Smith Prison, population one, Kauai.”
His mouth twitched. After a few more questions, and checking on her wound, he announced her okay. “We probably need to get you some broth. Just clear liquids for right now.”
“Already ordered,” Ian said.
“Maybe I want Jello.”
“Then I will order you some Jello, but broth first.”
She wasn’t sure she liked this version of Ian. Granted, him being all bossy…okay he looked hot, but she didn’t let anyone order her around these days. Only one person had that privilege.
“Now, Dad. I need you to explain how you know….” He looked back at her, “Lila?”
She sighed and nodded—once. The cat was out of the bag, so there was no reason to lie about it now. And knowing Sam, he would definitely get on to her for lying.
“Son, I think you need to calm down.”
That was so the wrong thing to say right at that moment. Ian’s eyes narrowed as they blazed with irritation. Damn, he was pretty.
She looked at his father. “Sam, the jig is up,” she said softly.
Sam’s mouth twitched. “She really hated when you used American slang.”
“She really hated that I called her Memaw Judy.”
He smiled, those same kind eyes sparkling down at her. He had been the man who had whisked her away to safety, the only one she had trusted for years.
Her smile faded. “Tell him.”
He sighed, then looked at Ian. “I knew Lila’s grandmother. And so did you.”
She could see that Ian was trying to hold onto his temper, but he was also going through his memories. The moment it clicked he looked at her.
“Lady Judith Eddington was your grandmother?”
