The Patient Is a Shark [Shape-Shifter Clinic 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page B

rang.
    “James McHaig, Wynter. I met your father in Oregon, quite some time ago. You’d have been eight or nine years old. The cutest little thing with blonde pigtails.”
    Suddenly Wynter remembered she didn’t just have financial problems. She may be about to put herself in the care of a bunch of lunatics or a cult.
    “Hi, Mr. McHaig. I saw an advertisement on your website about a clinic for shape-shifters.”
    “That’s right. I told Dr. Thorne you were genuine. That I’d met your father.”
    “Thank you, they’ve been very kind and helpful, but I just got an e-mail saying they were a cult.”
    “What? Can you read it to me? Better yet, can you forward it to me? I’ll give you my e-mail address.”
    Wynter forwarded the e-mail to him, and he said he’d get back to her and hung up.
    What if she wasn’t about to go to a clinic? What if the man who’d seemed so kind and helpful was someone who was going to use her for scientific experimentation or for something illegal? Was that why he’d been so accommodating and helpful? He didn’t care about her—a total stranger—at all. All he cared about was another recruit for whatever bad things he was doing.
    Wynter leaned back against the couch cushions and took deep breaths, but that didn’t help her. She had almost no money. Her leg hurt far too much for her to be able to get a job, even one sitting at a desk all day. She would be totally at the doctor’s mercy when she arrived there. Hell, she’d be totally at the mercy of the two staff he was sending to drive her to Ohio. They could take her anywhere, do anything to her, and she couldn’t stop them. She was in too much pain to even walk away from them let alone run away anywhere.
    What have I done? Why should I trust them? All con men look plausible and I just believed these people without a moment’s investigation! God, I’m a fool.
    An hour later, Wynter received an e-mail from Sierra Bond of Bailey and Bond Attorneys at Law, assuring her that Thorne House Clinic did belong to Dr. Oscar Thorne who was running it perfectly legally and ethically, and anyone who said otherwise was not telling the truth. Then Mr. McHaig rang her back.
    “You’ve really opened a can of worms here, Wynter, because how did the person who e-mailed you know you were interested in the clinic? My Alpha is looking into that. He’s not impressed that there may be someone disloyal to the pack who can access our private e-mails, or may even have bugged our phone calls. The place is in lockdown mode right now as everything is being checked and double-checked for our privacy. But that’s not your problem. Since you alerted us to the situation, we’re in your debt for telling us right away. What I can do is assure you the clinic is kosher and they’ll do their best to heal your injury.”
    “Thank you, Mr. McHaig. They’ve already been so kind and helpful I didn’t want to believe they were a cult or something.”
    “They’re good people. They’ll look after you, little missy.”
    “Thanks.”
    Wynter wanted to be happy. Here was a man who hadn’t seen her since she was little, but who still cared about her. The people from the clinic had been endlessly kind to her, and hopefully she could convince the men coming to help her to travel cheaply. Then finally her knee would stop aching. Which reminded her. It was getting dark. Time for her to go to the beach and swim.
    But at the back of her mind was a little voice saying that nothing was proven. Why should she believe men she didn’t know saying one thing instead of someone else saying the opposite. She had no real evidence either way. All she could do was hope the werewolf clan had told the truth.
     
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