ou’re up early.” He holds open his arms. I bolt across the suite
and curl into his lap. “As are you.”
“I was just working.” He shifts as he kisses my hair.
“What?” I ask, sensing something wrong.
He sighs. “I got an e-mail from Detective Clark. He wants to talk to you about
that fucker Hyde.”
“Really?” I sit back to gaze at Christian.
“Yes. I told him you’re in Portland for the time being, so he’ll ha一ve to wait. But
he says he’d like to interview you here.”
“He’s coming here?”
“Apparently so.” Christian looks bemused.
I frown. “What’s so important that can’t wait?”
“Exactly.”
“When’s he coming?”
“Today. I’ll e-mail him back.”
“I ha一ve nothing to hide. I wonder what he wants to know?”
“We’ll find out when he gets here. I’m intrigued, too.” Christian shifts again.
“Breakfast will be here shortly. Let’s eat, then we can go and see your dad.”
I nod. “You can stay here if you want. I can see you’re busy.”
He scowls. “No, I want to come with you.”
“Okay.” I grin, and wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him.
Ray is bad-tempered. It’s a joy. He’s itchy, scratchy, impatient, and
uncomfortable.
“Dad, you’ve been in a major car accident. It will take time to heal. Christian
and I want to move you to Seattle.”
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my own.”
“Dad, don’t be ridiculous.” I squeeze his hand fondly, and he has the grace to
smile at me.
“Do you need anything?”
“I could murder a doughnut, Annie.”
I grin indulgently at him. “I’ll get you a doughnut or two. We’ll go to Voodoo.”
“Great!”
“You want some decent coffee, too?”
“Hell yeah!”
“Okay, I’ll go get some.”
Christian is once more in the waiting room, talking on the phone. He really
should set up office in here. Weirdly, he’s by himself, although the other ICU
beds are occupied. I wonder if Christian’s frightened off the other visitors. He
hangs up.
“Clark will be here at four this afternoon.”
I frown. What could be so urgent? “Okay. Ray wants coffee and doughnuts.”
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