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I gave her a kiss on the cheek and turned back to Lock. “You know, you could at least pretend to be happy to see me.”
“How do I know you’re not an imposter?”
“Run my prints. They’ll prove I am who I say I am.”
“You faked your death how many times?” Lock asked. “Yeah, I’m not trusting your prints, even if it’s a one hundred percent match.”
These guys were so paranoid, but I couldn’t say I blamed them. After everything that happened, I wouldn’t trust me either. I walked through the door of the medic room and sat down on the table, relief pouring through me as I finally got off my feet.
“You know, this isn’t the welcome home I thought I would get.”
“Yeah?” Lock mumbled, digging out a fresh pair of gloves. He turned to me and snapped one on. “We didn’t expect you to come back at all. You’re lucky we even want to hear you out.”
“I told you, I can’t die. What part of that would even allow you to consider this isn’t me?”
“The fact that we buried you, and then were told by Rafe that you were dead.”
I snorted, remembering that particular incident. “Yeah, figures he’d tell you that.”
“And why would he tell us you were dead?”
“Uh…for the mission? I’m not sure what other reason you could think of. Rafe is out for himself, always has been.”
Lock considered this, and I knew I was bringing him around. “Cash said he was positive Rafe wasn’t lying. Why would he think you were dead?”
“Because I was dead,” I sighed, leaning back further on the bed. God, I was so fucking tired. I just needed some sleep.
He leaned on the edge of the gurney and got real close, his eyes burrowing into mine. “So, you mean to tell me that you were dead, so dead that Rafe thought you were dead. And then you just magically came back to life?”
“More or less.”
“And Rafe didn’t know.”
“Well, he wasn’t there anymore.”
He stepped back and pulled on the second glove. “Alright, hotshot. Give it to me from the top.”
“Which part?”
“How about who this woman is that’s walking our halls, pretending to be your wife?”
“Honey?” I sighed when I thought about her. “Yeah, she’s something, isn’t she?”
“I don’t know. I just met her,” he snapped.
“Me too,” I grinned.
“And that doesn’t seem suspicious to you at all?”
“What? That I just met her?” I frowned, wondering what he was getting at. “When you meet anyone, you’ve only known them for a few hours or days. There’s no way to meet someone and have it be longer than the time it’s already been.”
“What?” he said in confusion, then got in my face. “If you just met her, why the fuck did you bring her here? Are you fucking stupid?”
“Stupid in love,” I grinned. “Hey, do you think you could remove this stake from my stomach? It’s starting to bother me a little.”
His nostrils flared as he continued to breathe on my face, his nose just inches from my own. I had the absurd thought to pinch his nose like I would a kid, but that would most likely piss him off further. Just when it was really starting to get uncomfortable, he took a step back.
“I’ll work on the stake. You start talking.”
