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“Why?” Sampson asked.
“Don’t like the cops. They’ll just get in the way of finding this fucker.”
Sampson nodded and they shared a look.
Immy squeezed her hand. “Eat your breakfast. Take a nap. We’ll be back later.”
Maeve nodded tiredly. She felt exhausted and out of sorts. Once they all left, a nurse came in to check her vitals and to tell her that she’d be taken off for an MRI in an hour or so.
After she left, Gray set out the food with a frown. “Still a bit warm at least.”
She looked it over in interest. Then she pointed at something green. “What the heck is that?”
“Kale chips. You’ve got poached eggs on a homemade hash brown with kale chips and a freshly-squeezed orange juice. There’s also some porridge with berries.”
“I’m all for eating chips, but I don’t believe kale should come in a chip form.” That was like false advertisement or something.
“You need to try it before you decide you don’t like it.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I’m not really that hungry.”
“Tough.”
He sat on the bed and picked up a napkin, placing it over her chest.
“I’m not that messy.”
“Yes, you are.”
Maeve opened her mouth to argue, but the truth was she didn’t have a leg to stand on.
Because, yeah. She was.
Then he picked up a fork and the container of food. He held some food up for her. “Open.”
She gaped at him. Uhh . . . what was happening right now?
“I’m not . . . I don’t need you to feed me. I can feed myself.”
“Know that. Ever think that maybe I need to feed you?”
Huh? Why would he feel the need to feed her?
“Have you got some sort of food fetish? You seem to have a few of these fetishes, maybe you should talk to someone about them.”
“You keep telling me to go to a therapist. I might get a complex, you know.”
She eyed him. “No, you won’t.”
“I don’t have a food fetish. Now, open.”
Her lips remained closed. She still didn’t trust something called a kale chip. Kale was not meant to be eaten for breakfast . . . or ever.
“You have to try it,” he said firmly.
“I really don’t think I do.” Surely being an adult meant she didn’t have to eat things she didn’t want to. “I’m not into green food.”
“What?”
