Page 57 of Fourth Point Of Contact

A scoff left his lips just as a beautiful woman entered the room with coffee. “He wishes.” She handed off one coffee and then came to sit beside me. “I’m Juliette, Fabio’s wife.”

“Piper,” I said, licking my lips at the smell of coffee in the air. “I thought you said he wasn’t Fabio.”

“He’s not. His name is Jared Locke. He’s the owner of OPS.”

I eyed her coffee with disdain. Was she seriously going to sit next to me and sip on the elixir of the Gods without offering me any? “I don’t know what that means.”

“The man you were with—Patrick—he’s his boss.”

I licked my lips as my hunger for coffee grew. I felt like I would leap out of the bed to steal it from her if she didn’t hand it over this instant.

“It’s not coffee,” she smirked as if reading my thoughts. “How I wish it was, but this one,” she said, jerking her head at Fabio, “won’t let me have coffee while I’m pregnant.”

“That’s because he’s an idiot,” I said without thinking.

“Agreed, but I have to pick my battles. So, how did you meet Patrick?”

“He picked me up at the airport.” My throat was scratchy and my stomach was starting to growl. “Who do I have to screw to get some food around here?”

“Patrick’s indisposed,” she smirked. “But I’m sure Fabio can find some for you.”

“Stop calling me Fabio,” her husband snapped. “I swear to God, I’m cutting my hair as soon as we get home.”

“No, you won’t. You know how much I love it.”

There was some kind of indecent sexual talk that passed between them because Fabio stared indecently at her before walking out of the room, and when Juliette looked back at me…well, let’s just say I felt like I had just witnessed a porno.

“So, now that he’s out of here…”

I waited for her to finish whatever she was about to say, but instead, she just drank from her cup before passing it to me. “What is it?”

“Coffee.”

“But I thought you said?—”

“Well, obviously, I wasn’t going to tell him I had coffee.”

I stared at the coffee lovingly, but if she wasn’t allowed to have it… “You can finish it. I’m probably not supposed to have any yet.”

I handed it back reluctantly, but she just grinned at me. “Trust me, I’m not deprived. Besides, I cleared it with the nurse first. I also sent out for some breakfast.”

Taking my first sip of coffee, I sank back in the bed with a sigh. “I’m starving.” Then I remembered Patrick and sat up with a jerk. “How’s Patrick? Is he alive?”

“Yep. He had surgery early this morning and he’s been moved to a room.”

“So, he’s going to be okay?”

“Well, he’s a little grumpy, but I think that’s mostly because he’s been asking to see you.” Her eyes twinkled with mischief. “What exactly happened out there?”

My cheeks flushed bright red at the implication in her voice. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She shot me a pointed look before getting up and walking over to a bag on the table and pulling out the tatters of my shirt. Holding it up, she grinned at me. “Did the bear do this? Amazing. All the buttons missing, but not a scrap of fabric torn.”

I wasn’t about to tell anyone a thing about what happened out there between Patrick and me. That was private, especially because of how amazing it was. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Speaking of clothes, when do I get out of here?”

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