I thought you were in construction. Or did you go to medical school?
Instead, flashes of the abduction kept playing in front of her eyes, blocking everything out: Her arriving home and getting hit on the head. The car ride. The flare. The chase through the snow. Then the prison cell and that guard who’d come down to—The knock made her jump. And it was funny; she knew who it was. I’m glad you’re back.
Assail eased the door open, and put only his head in, as if he were afraid of overwhelming her. You wake.She pulled the blankets up higher on her chest. Never slept.No? Pushing the door wider, he came in with a tray of food. I had hoped … well, mayhap you would care for victuals?
Sola tilted her head. You have the most old-fashioned way of talking.English is not my first language. He put the tray down on a rolling table and brought it over. It is not my second, either.
Probably the reason I love to listen to you.
He froze as he heard her words—and yeah, maybe if she hadn’t been hopped up on pain meds, she wouldn’t have admitted such a thing. But what the hell.She opens the door, and I follow her through it.
So—she’s backing away—I’ll see you later.Then, I’ll probably see you tomorrow.
She smiles, and my insides heat.See you, West. She turns and starts to walk toward the elevator.