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A snort. “In my dreams.” He stalked to the exam room and paused in the doorway to glance at Cal. “You’re next.”
“After you check the women. I’ll keep.”
With a nod, Sorenson walked into the exam room.
“I don’t need a doctor,” Rachelle protested. “I have a few scratches.”
“You want the doc to check me?”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re blackmailing me?”
“Absolutely.”
“A scratch isn’t the same as a bullet wound.”
He shrugged. “That’s the deal. Take it or leave it.”
“You’re hardheaded.”
“When your health and wellbeing are at stake, you bet.”
Rachelle sighed. “Fine. I’ll let Dr. Sorenson look at my scratches.”
“Once Eli talks to Maddox, we’ll have a better idea of the timeline for flying home.”
“What about Amy and Eric?”
“That’s up to Sorenson.” Based on what he’d learned from Jackson during the flight, Eric wouldn’t be traveling with them unless his or Amy’s safety was at risk.
Eli passed them on his way to Sorenson’s office. “I’ll report in. We’ll meet in the kitchen as soon as I’m finished.”
Cal nudged Rachelle toward the kitchen. “Come on. We’ll deliver the message and see what food Sorenson stocked for us.”
“Whatever he brought in won’t be enough to feed this army.”
He grinned. Probably not. “We should hurry, then. Otherwise, you and I will have to order takeout.” As he suspected, the operatives were devouring the spread of sub sandwiches Sorenson had provided.
Rachelle winced at the sight of the food.
Hmm. Guess she wasn’t ready to eat a heavy meal. “Eli’s reporting to Maddox,” he announced to the others. “Meeting here when he’s finished.”
Cal drew Rachelle aside. “You need to eat.”
“I know.” She swallowed hard. “I can’t handle a sub.”
“I’ll find something for you.” Sorenson kept a variety of food on hand for his staff, including the vet techs on the other side of his business.
He checked the refrigerator. “Blueberry bagel and cut fruit sound better?”
Rachelle brightened. “Perfect.”
After preparing a plate for her and seating her at the table, Cal rummaged in the cabinets until he found a stash of herbal tea. He held up a packet. “Hot tea, soft drink, or water?”
“Tea.”
He nuked the water and tea bag, then set the mug in front of her. That done, he slapped together a sub for himself and dropped into a seat beside her.
When Rachelle finished her last bite, Jackson walked into the kitchen. “Rachelle, you’re the next customer in Sorenson’s exam room.”
