Page 9 of Undercover Agent


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“I will,” Lynx announced.

My head snapped in his direction. “That won’t be necessary. I can?—”

“What needs to be done?” he asked Stephen as though I hadn’t said a word. I wrenched my hand from his, intending to protest, but Stephen had already handed Lynx my care instructions and the two were reviewing them.

“Keep an eye for any signs of nausea, dizziness, fever, or if she loses consciousness, bring her here or to an emergency room. Also,” he said, looking at me, “you’ll likely soon have a dickens of a headache. While at first you may suppose it’s from my cousin’s incessant chatter, as hard as it might be to believe, it’ll be caused more by your injury. Please forgive me in advance for what I’m about to say, but you shouldn’t be left alone for the next twenty-four hours.”

His smirk made me smile.

He turned back to Lynx, who I caught rolling his eyes for the second time. I could imagine these two as young boys. Stephen forever the tease. Lynx spoiling his fun.

The reality of what he’d said, suddenly dawned on me. There was no way I could spend another minute with Lynx, let alone hours. “My parents live in the city. I’ll just go to their place.”

“What else?” Lynx asked, not acknowledging I’d said a word.

“She needs to rest and avoid caffeine and alcohol. No screen time, and that includes a computer, telly, smart phone, or tablet of any kind. No bright lights or loud noises, and no demanding physical activities.” He said the last part directly to me, with a wink.

“What about for the headache?” Lynx asked.

Did he not remember I was still in the room and that even if I did have a concussion, which I doubted, I could see and hear perfectly fine?

“I can prescribe a pain reliever?—”

“That won’t be necessary,” I said, loud enough that both of them turned and looked at me. “Why do doctors insist on prescribing narcotics when an over-the-counter pain reliever would work just fine?”

“Understood,” said Stephen. “Any issue with acetaminophen?”

I shook my head, feeling like a bitch for snapping at him the way I had. The man was doing me a favor, after all. Perhaps sensing it, he squeezed my shoulder.

“Staying hydrated will help with that too. And be sure to eat. Nothing too heavy. Okay?”

“Okay,” I said, nodding.

He looked at his watch and turned to Lynx. “Sorry to have to run. I’ll ring you when I get another break. We’ll make plans.”

Lynx thanked him, and the two men embraced before Stephen said goodbye to me and left.

“I appreciate you contacting your cousin. As I said, my parents live in Boston. I’ll give them a call, and they’ll pick me up.”

“I’ll stay with you until they arrive.” He didn’t even look up at me. He was studying what looked like my care instructions.

“May I see those?” I snapped—which I seemed to be doing a lot of, but it wasmydamn head injury.

“Of course,” he murmured, sheepishly handing them to me.

When I stood and walked out of the clinic, he followed.

“Thank you again,” I said once we were outside. “I’ll just go to my office and call my mom. Oh, and I’ll have Mr. Warrick contact you later about rescheduling. In fact, it might be best for us to wait for Dr. Benjamin to return before continuing. Goodbye.” I held out my hand to shake his.

“No.”

“Excuse me?” I dropped my arm when he ignored it.

“No, I’m not letting you return to your office alone. No, I’m not going to reschedule with Mr. Warrick. And no, we will not be waiting until Dr. Benjamin returns. As far as you’re concerned, I intend to make sure you stick to everything Stephen said.”

The arrogant prick…I was getting tired of him railroading me. He didn’t even remember fucking me, for God’s sake. “Who do you think you are? Nothing about me is your business or your responsibility.”

He held up one finger, pulled out his cell, and placed a call. “Meet us,” he looked up at the street signs. “At the corner of Congress and Memorial.”

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