hrough the glass towers of the financial district, doing nothing to warm her. Every bump in the road sent a jolt of
could the night before, washing the blood off her skin and trying to smooth down her tangled hair. But she still looked
ine crash had left her shaky and drained, mak
rict. Caroline paid the driver and stepped out onto the sidewalk. The cafe w
smell of roasted beans and pastry filled the air. It was a st
r the window, surrounded by three other men in identical suits
et dragging. She felt like s
't pull out a chair. He just gestured to the empty seat across from him with his coffee cup.
eing Caroline with a mix
the seat uncomfortable. She looked at P
an eyebrow. "Don't you ha
ords tasting like ash in her mout
"You know, Caroline, I had to pay the bill. The whole bil
Caroline said,
I had to cover the rest. And the tip." He shook his head. "It's fine
she can take your blood pressure, P
ned back to Caroline. "So, what's the excuse today? Or
blinked
ng since you sat down. It's rude. I'm trying to have a conversatio
ise in the cafe was too loud, the lights too brigh
another time," she said,
e cups rattled. "We do this now. You wanted a second chance,
ually thought his little coffee date was more
he said, the words slipping o
paused
ow. "A man tried to kill my patient. He held a scalpe
exchanged uncomfortable glances. Presto
he la
ing his head. "That's a new one. I've heard some crazy excuses to get out of
d, her hands clenching into fists
esident. Look, if you didn't want to see me, you could have j
and pulled the gauze off her neck, revealing the angry
ardened. "That could be from anything. You probably just scratched yourself shaving." He leane
in her entire life. She had just shown him a wound fro
was
ou're right, Preston. You're not an idiot. You're just a narc
turned red. "
I apologized because I was trying to keep the peace. But I am done. I am done pr
Preston grabbed her arm, his
ere," he snarled. "Not
, trying to pull her arm free
ey
It cut through the noise of
niform. His face was pale, his jaw set in a hard line, and a sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead despite the cafe's air conditioning. His right arm was in a heavy bla
e's arm, stepping back.
eyes sweeping over her face, then down to her arm where Presto
reston. The look in
said, his voice quiet and deadly
o bluster. "This is a private
He was a full head taller, and he used every inch of that
d fury in his eyes, and seemed to decide that his pride wasn't worth
it anyway." He turned to his f
escape the tension. Preston shot Caroline one la
pounding. She looked up at Romer
u doing here
ack pocket and pulled out his wallet. He pulled out
urned and walked toward the door, pa
y a second. Then she follo
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