sheâd have done everything possible to turn the situation aroundâ if sheâd been given half a chance. If seemed to be the word of the day.
Someone tapped Harperâs shoulder, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Spinning around, she half-expected to find the gunman standing there smirking at her. âDonât touchâ Oh. Sorry, George.â Sheâd totally overreacted. She rubbed her temples to calm herself down and try to ease the pounding that had cranked up harder than ever.
George gave her an understanding look. âTake it easy. Heâs gone, Harper.â
âYes.â He had, but how long before the sense of dread heâd caused left her? Going to sleep tonight might be a lot more difficult than usual.
âThe police want statements from all four of you. Especially you and Cody. Thatâs not happening in here with patients being treated. Theyâd overhear everything.â Despite the presence of the armed defenders and two detectives, the department head was in charge, and letting her know it even before she argued that she needed to be busy right now.
Ifâthat damned word againâshe was being honest, she knew she wasnât in any fit state to be dealing with emergencies or even the mundane illnesses presenting at the moment. But the idea of sitting in the office doing nothing but answering endless questions made her sick to the stomach. Glancing at Cody, she saw sympathy in his gaze. I donât need sympathy. Especially not from you when you probably feel much the same way I do. She had to admit he didnât look at all fazed by any of this, but he had been shaky in that hug. âI suppose coffee would be good,â she conceded.
* * *
âIâm surprised you think you can swallow anything.â Cody watched Harper struggling to cope with the aftermath of the assault. She looked annoyed and a tad bewildered. No longer fearful, though, thank goodness. What would she do if he hugged her again? She held her hands against her stomach with her fingers entwined and knuckles white. He suspected she was desperately hanging on to her self-control. The shock was catching up, and he wasnât immune either.
âIâll manage,â she snapped. Was getting feisty another way of covering up her feelings?
âShouldnât one of our doctors take a look at your throat?â he asked. There couldâve been serious damage done.
âThatâs next on my agenda. You really shouldnât talk too much until everythingâs settled down.â George nodded at Harper. âWant me to talk to Jason as well?â
âNo.â Harper shook her head sharply at the boss, her eyes glittering angrily. âNo.â Then, âI presumed you already had.â
âBeen a bit busy. You do realise someone will have put it out there on the net? Jason probably already knows, and the rest of your family.â George gave her a pointed look.
If that throat had been in proper working order Cody had no doubt sheâd have been telling George where to go, and it wouldnât be somewhere nice. She wasnât known for holding back on her thoughts, no matter who she was talking to. Who was Jason anyway? Her partner? She didnât wear a wedding ring. He had to be a significant person in her life for George to think he should be told about what had gone down. But, then again, why wouldnât Harper want this Jason character to know?
âI figured that since my vocal cords are in excellent working order I should be the one to phone him and say youâre all right,â George continued as though Harper hadnât glared hard enough to poleaxe him.
Harper sighed as she lifted her hands in resignation. âYouâre right. But no drama, okay?â
The man grunted. âWhat are the chances?â
âNone,â Harper muttered as Karin rushed up to engulf her in a hug.
âHey, Harper, you poor thing. I
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