“A lot of meetings happen here,” he says and stands. I want to follow after him. “Sorry I don’t have more time to chat, but I’m glad I met you.”
I smile for real this time. Not just the show smile I put on for the world. “I’m glad I met you too.”
Judy comes rushing back in the room.
“Maybe we’ll meet again.” He smirks and heads through a door. I’m ashamed to admit I watch his butt as he leaves.
It’s a really nice butt.
“Here you are, sir.” She hands me the drink with a smile.
“Thank you.”
I take a sip and sigh.
Maybe someday I’ll be able to heal enough and find a man like that to take care of me.
3
LEX
The man standing across from me looks nothing like the adorable man with the shaggy light brown hair and pouty lips I just met in the waiting room. No, he’s easily over six feet and must outweigh Rory by fifty pounds. His thick hair is dark and his face is all harsh angles, where Rory’s face is soft and welcoming, but they have the same bright green eyes.
I can tell he’s nervous because I’ve been reading people for years, but to the average person, he would seem completely in control.
“Thank you for meeting with me today,” Brendan says.
“Have a seat.” I gesture to the chair, and he sits. “What can I do for you?” I give him my best soul-searching glare. The one that makes grown men piss themselves.
He takes a deep breath and I already know what he’s going to ask me for. All of the men who come to me want the same thing. Money or for someone to die.
“I want revenge.”
“Not justice?”
“Fuck justice.” I feel the corner of my lip twitch up. “I want the men who hurt my brother to pay for what they did to him.”
“Tell me more.” I keep my tone neutral even though the thought of the man I just met outside hurting makes me see red.
“He was attacked by three monsters who were almost twice his size. Their families had enough money to buy a not-guilty verdict and bury the case so the media didn’t get a hold of it.”
Interesting.
A family with that kind of influence must be powerful indeed.
“I don’t have that kind of money to compete with them.” He pauses. It must be incredibly hard for a man like him to ask for help.
I raise a hand to stop him. “You’re a doctor?” I ask, even though I already know all about him.
“Yes?” He sounds wary.
“You’ve worked in the emergency room?”
“I have, but I’m a primary?—”
“Can you set bones?”
“Yes.”
