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Why in the hell didn’t you tell me, then I could have rescheduled?
Oh, he won’t be long. It’s only half an hour.
That’s my decision to make. You took that decision from me.
Lady, chill out.
Don’t tell me to chill, you tick-tocking—
“Oh, they’re back,” the receptionist said, interrupting her hypothetical argument—which she was winning, by the way.
Shewaswinning.
Willow looked out at the big men who had exited the SUV.
“Who are they?”
The men were all dressed in black. Their attire should have made them look like thugs with all that leather and denim, but there was an air of wealth about them. Perhaps it was the big SUV, the quality of their clothes, or the chunky, shiny watches on their wrists.
One thing was for sure—they were all ridiculously good looking, as if they’d stepped off a movie set. Rough but polished.
“I don’t know. For the past few weeks, they’ve shown up religiously every night before heading upstairs to the medical rooms.”
Then they did just that. All six of the men walked in a tight group, gathering around one dark-haired man as if they were secret service. Willow wondered if he was a celebrity or politician hoping for anonymity. Or perhaps she watched too much television.
“What kind of treatment do they do upstairs? Cosmetic?” It was a wild guess, but why else would you sneak in for treatment late at night so regularly.
The girl looked away from the testosterone-loaded view and shrugged.
“That’s just the thing; no one really knows. Recently they’ve been working late into the night. It’s weird.”
Willow stood to watch their progress, taking in their long, confident strides. Outside, the sky had grown dark, but streetlights poured golden light around the area, offering good visibility.
She’d been right—they were all extremely attractive, each of them taller than the average man, with broad shoulders, thick necks, and solid thighs.
“Perhaps they’re security?”
“Hmm, who knows?” the girl mumbled as her finger swiped across her phone screen.
“Pretty hot security if they are,” she added with a small grin, despite losing her audience.
Suddenly, one man turned his head and looked directly at her. Her heart began pounding in her chest, racing as she stepped back, gasping.
Silver, ethereal-looking eyes seemed to hold her on the spot. His eyes narrowed, yet his gaze didn’t feel threatening. As they continued to stare, she felt her body and face heat unexpectedly.
“What?”
What?
The spell broken, Willow’s eyes flicked to the receptionist.
“What?” Willow asked back.
“Oh, sorry. I thought you said something.”
She looked back at the man whose eyes stayed on her a moment longer before he turned to the man standing next to him and laughed casually, totally carrying on with his life.
Which was fine. Except she was suddenly overcome with a strange and irrational feeling of loss.
