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Authors: Susan Squires
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medication. Right
here on the order sheet.” She tapped a clipboard. “You behave and
give me your arm or I’ll hook you up to an IV and put you in
restraints. How will you go home Thursday if I tell the doctor you
have to be restrained because you can’t be trusted to take
medication?”
Disgusted, he held out the arm
with the shunt on the inside forearm. Some rebel he was.
CHAPTER FIVE
No news of a fatal accident
on Highway 50. Damn. He’d have to drive out there and find the
body. The body would be there. It had to be there. No one
could have survived that hit.
Jason chewed his lip and
flipped the playing card labeled with the name of the hotel, “The
Nugget,” toward the ice bucket. It fluttered onto the carpet. Shit,
shit, shit! He got up and paced the room. The old woman hadn’t
called him. Yet. He swallowed three Tums extra strength and about
five ibuprofen. That might be counter productive. His ulcer was
acting up but nothing was touching his headaches either. He hadn’t
had headaches like that since .…
Since he was fifteen. The face
he hated flickered in his mind’s eye. He couldn’t think about that.
He rubbed his temples. The headaches would stop once he was sure
Tremaine was dead.
And even if he wasn’t dead,
Jason still had time to find the son of a bitch in a hospital and
finish the job. The old woman wouldn’t ever have to know he’d
failed the first time.
Taking Tremaine out in the
middle of a hospital was too public though, even with a power like
Jason’s. Tremaine might struggle. If Jason lost concentration the
cloaking would fail. But he could sweet talk some girl nurse into
telling him when Tremaine would be discharged. Jason would be
there. Better yet, send someone Tremaine would trust. A woman. Say
she was from his family. When he got Tremaine somewhere
private …. He’d enjoy that part, take his time. Then he was
home free. Free, except that the old woman could threaten him with
the unthinkable.
Did Fallon have a hospital? He popped
three more Tums.
*****
Maggie stalked out through the
busy halls of the hospital. Okay, she’d done her duty. She’d gone
to visit him in the hospital. And awkward as it was, she was glad
she’d come. The guy had no one who cared about him. She’d seen the
lines of pain around his eyes. He was stuck in bed, having finished
his book, with only TV for company.
The fact that he made her
practically a drooling, lusting idiot wasn’t his fault, exactly. It
was her fault. She had no idea what was happening to her.
Not that she hadn’t known what would happen if she went to see him.
Why else had she talked herself out of it for three whole days? The
fact that all her effort to keep him from her every waking thought
had failed just meant she was weak and stupid and desperate for a
man.
Not. I’m fine on my own and
piss on anyone who says otherwise.
Then why had she driven all the
way into Reno to see him? She’d had to make up some lame excuse
about buying an automatic watering system. A child could have seen
that she didn’t have enough money for an expensive system like
that.
She passed the gift shop and
headed out. Too bad she hadn’t brought him anything. You were
supposed to bring something, weren’t you? What did you get a guy
like that? Not flowers.
A book. He needed a book. She
did a U-turn and headed into the gift shop. A hospital gift shop
wouldn’t carry something as classy as On the Road . Didn’t
matter. He was on pain meds. He needed something simple and
amusing. She came to the rack of magazines first. Cosmo ? He
might enjoy the sex quiz, but—no. Playboy ? She wasn’t
pandering to that impulse. She could just see him jerking off in a
hospital bed.
Oh. Bad image. She blinked,
trying to get it out of her mind. It was a real stubborn
image. Men’s Fitness . Didn’t need that. The way his biceps
bulged under that hospital gown.…
Image also bad. Okay,
stop with the magazines. Books. She came in
here on the order sheet.” She tapped a clipboard. “You behave and
give me your arm or I’ll hook you up to an IV and put you in
restraints. How will you go home Thursday if I tell the doctor you
have to be restrained because you can’t be trusted to take
medication?”
Disgusted, he held out the arm
with the shunt on the inside forearm. Some rebel he was.
CHAPTER FIVE
No news of a fatal accident
on Highway 50. Damn. He’d have to drive out there and find the
body. The body would be there. It had to be there. No one
could have survived that hit.
Jason chewed his lip and
flipped the playing card labeled with the name of the hotel, “The
Nugget,” toward the ice bucket. It fluttered onto the carpet. Shit,
shit, shit! He got up and paced the room. The old woman hadn’t
called him. Yet. He swallowed three Tums extra strength and about
five ibuprofen. That might be counter productive. His ulcer was
acting up but nothing was touching his headaches either. He hadn’t
had headaches like that since .…
Since he was fifteen. The face
he hated flickered in his mind’s eye. He couldn’t think about that.
He rubbed his temples. The headaches would stop once he was sure
Tremaine was dead.
And even if he wasn’t dead,
Jason still had time to find the son of a bitch in a hospital and
finish the job. The old woman wouldn’t ever have to know he’d
failed the first time.
Taking Tremaine out in the
middle of a hospital was too public though, even with a power like
Jason’s. Tremaine might struggle. If Jason lost concentration the
cloaking would fail. But he could sweet talk some girl nurse into
telling him when Tremaine would be discharged. Jason would be
there. Better yet, send someone Tremaine would trust. A woman. Say
she was from his family. When he got Tremaine somewhere
private …. He’d enjoy that part, take his time. Then he was
home free. Free, except that the old woman could threaten him with
the unthinkable.
Did Fallon have a hospital? He popped
three more Tums.
*****
Maggie stalked out through the
busy halls of the hospital. Okay, she’d done her duty. She’d gone
to visit him in the hospital. And awkward as it was, she was glad
she’d come. The guy had no one who cared about him. She’d seen the
lines of pain around his eyes. He was stuck in bed, having finished
his book, with only TV for company.
The fact that he made her
practically a drooling, lusting idiot wasn’t his fault, exactly. It
was her fault. She had no idea what was happening to her.
Not that she hadn’t known what would happen if she went to see him.
Why else had she talked herself out of it for three whole days? The
fact that all her effort to keep him from her every waking thought
had failed just meant she was weak and stupid and desperate for a
man.
Not. I’m fine on my own and
piss on anyone who says otherwise.
Then why had she driven all the
way into Reno to see him? She’d had to make up some lame excuse
about buying an automatic watering system. A child could have seen
that she didn’t have enough money for an expensive system like
that.
She passed the gift shop and
headed out. Too bad she hadn’t brought him anything. You were
supposed to bring something, weren’t you? What did you get a guy
like that? Not flowers.
A book. He needed a book. She
did a U-turn and headed into the gift shop. A hospital gift shop
wouldn’t carry something as classy as On the Road . Didn’t
matter. He was on pain meds. He needed something simple and
amusing. She came to the rack of magazines first. Cosmo ? He
might enjoy the sex quiz, but—no. Playboy ? She wasn’t
pandering to that impulse. She could just see him jerking off in a
hospital bed.
Oh. Bad image. She blinked,
trying to get it out of her mind. It was a real stubborn
image. Men’s Fitness . Didn’t need that. The way his biceps
bulged under that hospital gown.…
Image also bad. Okay,
stop with the magazines. Books. She came in
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