Wrong

“James,” Marina’s voice grated against my eardrums. “Thank goodness. Tell them to let me through.”

My eyes lose focus as I stare at her and the reoccurring headache that just won’t go away intensifies.

How did she know that James was here?

James remains quiet behind me, almost as if he can tell I’m slowly putting the pieces together.

During our phone call, he’d mentioned having a meeting with someone.

“Was she with you at the office?” I turned around slowly, feeling my heart practically gallop like she was participating in a race.

“She was my meeting, but I swear,” James gripped my shoulders, staring into my soul, “It’s not at all what you think. I’ll get rid of her and explain everything.”

I nodded slowly, feeling numb. Every single time something like this happens, James pulls away and all the progress that we’ve made crumbles to dust.

“She’s not welcome anywhere near this room,” James growls as he walks towards the nurse’s station. “Until I figure out whatever the fuck you’re up to