Page 85 of Hostile Saint

“But—” His lips froze as if his mind was simply too overwhelmed to properly operate and give his mouth orders.

“It’s me. I swear it.”

After a moment of him in complete shock, he quickly said, “Take off your glasses.” I peered over my shoulder to check with Lynx, but Doc added, “She told me the little boy had river blue eyes.”

My blue eyes weren’t light like so many others. They were darker. A royal blue.

Hoping I was doing the right thing, I took off my glasses, instantly squinting from the bright sunlight.

He gasped. “Oh shit.”

My head tilted. “Are doctors allowed to curse?”

I wasn’t sure why his head was now tilted, but he studied me for a bit as if seeing so much more than a young man standing there. Soon, his shoulders softened and he almost chuckled, “After the day I’ve had? You bet.”

Totally hearing what he was saying, I smiled. “Yeah, it’s been a doozy.”

Still staring at me, he shook his head. “The river blue-eyed boy with dimples when he smiled; the boy the ‘bad men’ got rid of because he was trying to save the children. You are the last person I would have expected to see, ever.” He scanned the paper again. “After all these years… Oh my God.” The hand holding his keys covered his mouth. “You’re married to Vera?”

I had to fight a hiss I learned from Lynx, instead grumbling, “Lacey.” Since the certificate was an epically complicated story, I exhaled my own disbelief. “Yes, sir.”

He rested his arm on the roof of his fancy car. “You’ve known she was here this whole time, haven’t you?”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry. Just couldn’t chance moving her until she remembered me.”

In bewilderment, he asked, “Her memory loss… Is that why you brought her here?”

“I didn’t bring her here.

“Then-Then how did she end up here? She—”

“Found her way.”

He almost yelled, “She was in grave shape! How—”

I lifted my shirt to expose my fresh scars.

He jolted and paled.

I explained, “We’re still in danger. Sir, you can’t report her.” I pointed to my stomach. “The people who did this to me and her, they think we’re dead. That can’t change.”

“Mother of God, what is happening? Wait. How did you know I was headed to the police?” He peered over his shoulder to see his office window. “My office is bugged?”

Lowering my shirt, I winced, confident Lynx didn’t want that little detail shared. “Err, only as of last night. We had to know what she was going to tell you under hypnosis.”

“How did you know—” His eyes drifted shut. “You’re the ‘why’ of her recent smiles.”

Bashfully, I nodded. “I’m sorry for breaking your visiting rules, but,” I grabbed my chest, “I had to see her.”

He sighed. “Young love at its best. Remarkable.” Then he stood up straight as if ready for more. “Well, I have so many questions. Maybe you could fill in all the blanks—”

I lifted my scarred palm. “The more you know, the more danger you are in.”

His eyes locked to the scar. “She has one just like—” Those locked eyes filled with dread as they looked back to me.

I nodded. “If they find her, she’s dead.”

He blew out a shaky breath. “Okay, Tate. No police.” He observed the building behind him. “Am I putting others in danger?”