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familiarizing herself with the formats, normal values and parameters, then comparing and contrasting. It didn’t take long.
Sitting back, she finished the last of her coffee. “The testing is comprehensive and the reporting consistent. If this is what your medical staff saw, I don’t think they’re missing anything. Ethan’s numbers were within the parameters.”
Sloane rubbed his nose. “That’s something. But this means those steroids were getting past the testing.”
For a brief second, very little sleep and a ton of worry showed through. Kat asked, “Did you find Ethan’s steroids?”
He reached past her, picking up a zipper pouch. “Yes, it was in a panel of his gym bag. Needles, bottles and instructions. John will take it to the lab himself.”
She didn’t know how else to help. “What else can I—?”
“That’s Sugar Dancer.” John grabbed the remote and turned up the volume.
Kat pivoted on her chair to see a woman on the screen standing in front of Kat’s bakery cases inside her shop.
“Can you confirm that Kathryn Thayne was involved in the accident allegedly caused by SLAM fighter Ethan Hunt?”
“No comment. Get out.” Kellen’s voice was as cold as his hazel eyes.
“Isn’t Kathryn Thayne part of the family that owns SiriX Pharmaceuticals? There are allegations that Mr. Hunt used steroids. Is there a connection?”
“I’m calling the police.” Kellen pulled out his cell phone and started pushing buttons.
The scene cut back to an in-studio anchor.
Her breakfast of yogurt churned in her stomach.
Sloane put one hand on her shoulder while scrolling through his phone and making a call. “Liza, get security to Sugar Dancer Bakery for media control ASAP.”
Snapping out of her surprise, she pulled out her cell and called Kellen.
He answered, “You saw the news.”
Tension made her muscles ache worse. “How bad is it there?”
“Crews are just showing up. I can handle it. My parents are here.” Anger clipped Kel’s words. It wasn’t fair to make him deal with this crap.
“I’ll come in.”
“Don’t, Kat. Stay at Sloane’s and rest. Trust us. Mom made her pecan buns. The customers love those.”
They were doing so much for her. “Kel, I’m okay. I slept last night. Besides, your mom was supposed to help you get settled in at your new house today.” He and Diego had moved into their house over the weekend, and Kel needed this last week before he started his new job to finish unpacking, decorating and to get ready for the housewarming party on Saturday.
“Oh shut up. Do you hear yourself? Did that accident unleash your inner martyr? Cuz she’s seriously unattractive. Kill that bitch off and bring back my prickly Kit Kat.”
“Don’t make me laugh.” Kel never stayed angry long. It was one of the things she loved about him.
“You deserve it. That’s insulting and you know it. And also, you now owe me big time. I have a thick file on how much you owe me for all the shit I do for you.”
Her face muscles kept twitching. “I hate you.”
“You love me. How does your face look this morning?”
Talking to Kellen always made her feel better. “Bruised.”
“If the press sees you, it’ll make it worse. Stay at Sloane’s and give it a day to die down.”
He had a point. “Thanks, Kel. I do owe you. Sloane’s sending over some security for media control. I’ll call your folks later to thank them.”
“I’ll have Mom save you a pecan bun.”
Don’t smile . “Oh and, Kel?”
“What?”
“You won’t find the cake design anywhere in Sugar Dancer.” She hung up with that.
Sloane handed her a cold pack. “Looks like you’ll need this. Only Kel could make you laugh when you’re in pain and in the middle of a shit storm.”
The cool pack felt great against her cheek and eye. “It’s his superpower. He’s got the bakery handled, so I’ll stay here. You’re dressed for work. Go. Drake and I will be fine.”
Chapter Six
Sloane
Sitting back, she finished the last of her coffee. “The testing is comprehensive and the reporting consistent. If this is what your medical staff saw, I don’t think they’re missing anything. Ethan’s numbers were within the parameters.”
Sloane rubbed his nose. “That’s something. But this means those steroids were getting past the testing.”
For a brief second, very little sleep and a ton of worry showed through. Kat asked, “Did you find Ethan’s steroids?”
He reached past her, picking up a zipper pouch. “Yes, it was in a panel of his gym bag. Needles, bottles and instructions. John will take it to the lab himself.”
She didn’t know how else to help. “What else can I—?”
“That’s Sugar Dancer.” John grabbed the remote and turned up the volume.
Kat pivoted on her chair to see a woman on the screen standing in front of Kat’s bakery cases inside her shop.
“Can you confirm that Kathryn Thayne was involved in the accident allegedly caused by SLAM fighter Ethan Hunt?”
“No comment. Get out.” Kellen’s voice was as cold as his hazel eyes.
“Isn’t Kathryn Thayne part of the family that owns SiriX Pharmaceuticals? There are allegations that Mr. Hunt used steroids. Is there a connection?”
“I’m calling the police.” Kellen pulled out his cell phone and started pushing buttons.
The scene cut back to an in-studio anchor.
Her breakfast of yogurt churned in her stomach.
Sloane put one hand on her shoulder while scrolling through his phone and making a call. “Liza, get security to Sugar Dancer Bakery for media control ASAP.”
Snapping out of her surprise, she pulled out her cell and called Kellen.
He answered, “You saw the news.”
Tension made her muscles ache worse. “How bad is it there?”
“Crews are just showing up. I can handle it. My parents are here.” Anger clipped Kel’s words. It wasn’t fair to make him deal with this crap.
“I’ll come in.”
“Don’t, Kat. Stay at Sloane’s and rest. Trust us. Mom made her pecan buns. The customers love those.”
They were doing so much for her. “Kel, I’m okay. I slept last night. Besides, your mom was supposed to help you get settled in at your new house today.” He and Diego had moved into their house over the weekend, and Kel needed this last week before he started his new job to finish unpacking, decorating and to get ready for the housewarming party on Saturday.
“Oh shut up. Do you hear yourself? Did that accident unleash your inner martyr? Cuz she’s seriously unattractive. Kill that bitch off and bring back my prickly Kit Kat.”
“Don’t make me laugh.” Kel never stayed angry long. It was one of the things she loved about him.
“You deserve it. That’s insulting and you know it. And also, you now owe me big time. I have a thick file on how much you owe me for all the shit I do for you.”
Her face muscles kept twitching. “I hate you.”
“You love me. How does your face look this morning?”
Talking to Kellen always made her feel better. “Bruised.”
“If the press sees you, it’ll make it worse. Stay at Sloane’s and give it a day to die down.”
He had a point. “Thanks, Kel. I do owe you. Sloane’s sending over some security for media control. I’ll call your folks later to thank them.”
“I’ll have Mom save you a pecan bun.”
Don’t smile . “Oh and, Kel?”
“What?”
“You won’t find the cake design anywhere in Sugar Dancer.” She hung up with that.
Sloane handed her a cold pack. “Looks like you’ll need this. Only Kel could make you laugh when you’re in pain and in the middle of a shit storm.”
The cool pack felt great against her cheek and eye. “It’s his superpower. He’s got the bakery handled, so I’ll stay here. You’re dressed for work. Go. Drake and I will be fine.”
Chapter Six
Sloane
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