Page 117 of The Saint

“Come on.” He guided her off the bed. They paused at the threshold. “It’ll be fine.” Camden opened the door. “Hey, man. We’re going to walk through the halls. She needs to stretch her legs.”

“I can’t let you do that.” His hand moved to rest on the Glock at his side.

Well, fuck.“Why?”

The guard took a step closer and blocked the door like a human barrier. “Orders. She can’t leave.”

Amelia wasn’t wrong.

“Medical orders?” He shifted and gave her an understanding once-over but tucked her behind his back. “I think it looks worse than it—”

“No.”

“Has she been arrested?” Camden took a large step back and kept Amelia behind him.

The guard stepped into the room. “They’ve authorized restraints if she doesn’t stay put.”

This wasn’t how he planned things to go. He stepped back again. “I mean…” He snorted. “It’s not like she’s dangerous. We could just”—he took another step back—“walk around with you. A fun little threesome.”

The guard hadn’t seemed like the joking type. He growled and lorded over them, stepping inside the room just enough that the door swung shut behind him.

“Sorry, I have to do this.” Camden coldcocked him then landed an undercut to the guard’s jaw just in case. He grabbed the guard before he hit the floor, snagged his radio, and took Amelia’s hand. “Let’s go.”

They stepped over the man and shut the door.

“Keep calm.” Camden turned off the radio and dumped it into a linens basket and rethreaded his fingers with hers. “Don’t make eye contact with anyone.” He tried to keep their gait relaxed. “Just like that. Easy does it. A stroll around the hospital.” He spotted an exit sign that promised to lead them to sanctuary as long as they minimized attention and kept moving.

“Cam—”

“Head down.” He pushed on a heavy door that led to a stairwell, certain cameras were mounted on the corner behind them. “Can you move faster?”

“I can run.”

He glanced at her socks and gown. “Sure about that?”

She cinched the waist of her hospital gown and offered a smile that reminded him that not much could keep his woman down. “Positive.”

They ran. With two floors left to go, the door below them burst open with hurried voices. Camden bailed onto the floorlabeled Rehab and Patient Care and forced it to close quietly. He hoped not many nurses and doctors would be roaming the corridors.

“Doing okay still?” he asked.

“I’m fine.”

Camden wasn’t sure she’d seen her reflection in a mirror lately. But that would be for a different conversation. They hurried down a hall and followed signs for hospitality and a food court. Another stairwell offered another way out. They hustled down the stairs, not bothering to slow down as they sprinted through the lobby, passed security’s orders to stop, and burst out into the cold day with the sun blazing overhead.

They didn’t stop until they jumped into his car. The tires screeched around each bend in the parking garage. Camden didn’t wait for the electronic arm to let them out. The broken piece rolled over the top of their vehicle, and he merged into traffic.

“Put your seat belt on—”

“Esme did this to me.”

He swerved when his head snapped. “What?” He checked the road again then his rearview mirrors. Since no one was following, Camden dropped to the speed limit. It wouldn’t look good to be pulled over with a hospital escapee in the passenger seat.

“It’s fake. Sort of.”

He gave another glance. “They think Hailey is a double agent.”

“I think Esmewasa double agent.”

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