“Not like that…no.” I shake my head. “I like her and respect her and would hate to see her hurt, but that’s where it ends.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Flint gives a smile that is gone in a second. “I’m glad I’m not you, bro. You shouldn’t have gone there. You know that, right?”
“Dr. Robyn Keller is the female you had me babysit at The Wing and Claw all those months ago so that you could take her friend home. The blonde…Carla. It was the last time you managed to drag me out.”
He narrows his eyes in thought, and then they widen. “Oh yes, the pretty blonde and her older friend. They were celebrating a promotion or something. Carla was cute and really great at… Never mind.”
“That’s them. I went back to her place that night.”
He chokes out a laugh, trying to keep it down. “You hooked up with your doctor back then?”
“Yep.” I nod.
“Okay…well…shit. She must have some pussy if you went back.”
I narrow my eyes, feeling my blood start to heat. “Don’t!” My voice is deep. “Don’t talk about her like that.”
“Oh, yeah… You most definitely have feelings for her.” He gives a soft laugh. “Sorry to be disrespectful.” He holds up both hands. “I’m sorry this is happening. I’m even more sorry that you might have to turn her in. Let me get going.” He stands. “I’ll do my level best to get the information we need as a matter of urgency. Hopefully, we can clear Magma, making it obvious that the others are more than likely in the clear, too.”
I nod, standing as well. “I wish I could tell her.”
“You can’t! You absolutely cannot do that. You…”
Rachael comes out into the living room. “Come, Katie. Let’s get you dressed.” She looks up at us. “I’m going to need a few more minutes.”
“No problem,” Flint says.
Once they are gone, he turns back to me.
“Keep your mouth shut and do your job. That’s all you can do. Leave the rest up to me. I’m sure your doctor will understand when this all comes out, and it will.”
Like Magma understands.
Not likely.
“She’s going to feel so fucking betrayed,” I mutter.
Flint gives me a look that tells me he agrees and that he feels sorry for me.
I messed up.
Flint is right. I need to keep doing my job and trust him to do his. It’s looking more and more like we’re going to be able to prove that it was all a setup.
I push out a heavy breath.
“Keep me in the loop,” I tell him.
His stance softens. “I will.”
I watch him leave.
