Chapter 267

FIONA REACHED FOR THE pillow behind her, but it was awkward only having one mobile hand.

"Here, let me." Marco was there, ready to help.

She should be grateful. Thankful. Something other than irritated. She was alive because of him. But right now she just wanted to throw something.

"Thanks." She eased back into her throne of cushions.

Ian said she'd only been out for a day, but it felt longer. The hotel room had that lived-in-too-long look to it, but that could be in part to the surplus of medical supplies on every available surface.

Had she known Marco was also an EMT?

She did now.

Her arm was stitched up nicely, and he'd been the most attentive nurse she'd ever had.

Didn't change the fact she wanted to bash him over the head.

The commercials flipped off and the live broadcast started again. The wide shot was of the NueEnergy building she'd worked in for years. Uniformed officers and lots of people in FBI jackets went in and out.