I shake my head. “No, I’ll have to come back.”
I suddenly feel like an idiot. Maybe I shouldn’t have come.
“I’m from the hospital. I just wanted to…um…”
I trail off because I cannot, for the life of me, finish that sentence in a way that sounds like business.
Jess raises an eyebrow.
Before I can flounder any further, a deep voice carries across the room.
“Everyone in the bullpen now, please. I’m giving you five minutes to finish what it is you are doing. I have an announcement I need to make.”
I glance over there. A huge male in a suit turns toward me. He has the most vivid green eyes I’ve ever seen on a shifter. They seem to look straight into me. He’s a little older, but it almost makes him sexier somehow.
Stop!
I’m here for Flint and checking out someone else. What the hell is wrong with me?
The cluster of people around the screen quiets and starts to disperse, drifting back toward desks and doorways.
Then he starts toward me. Eyes still on me.
“I can see you instead of Flint,” he tells me. “This is my office. I can only give you four minutes, I’m afraid.”
Before I can turn him down, he turns and walks back into a glass-walled corner office without waiting to see if I’m following.
Jess gives me a “well, go on then” look, and I do.
Shit!
The office is large and tidy; all dark wood and glass. He’s already behind the desk, sleeves rolled up.
“What did you need to see Flint about?” he asks. “You can close the door.”
I do as he says.
“Sit.” He gestures at a chair. Again, I do as he says, even though I should just leave. “I’ve got about three minutes before I’m needed out there, so let’s get to it. What does the hospital need?”
“I…” I start because the hospital doesn’t need anything. I’m not here on business. I feel like an idiot.
“Are you here about the new protocols?” he asks. “Reed is supposed to send me an updated draft by the end of the day. I’m sure there’s a?—”
He stops and cocks his head.
“Youarehere about the SOPs, right?” He lifts his brows.
“Um…not exactly.”
“Did the Council send you?”
“No,” I manage. “I’m not, um, I’m not… No…I…”
He looks at me with even more intensity, if that’s even possible. His shoulders are wide. His suit fits him perfectly but still looks like it might split open at any second.
I’m sure his muscles have muscles.
“What is this all about? I think I heard Jess call you Carla… Is that right?”
