Page 93 of Fatal Intent
“Yes, sir.”
“How bad is his injury?”
“He’s in surgery now. The doctor said it’s a through-and-through, but he was concerned that the bullet had nicked vital organs. Grant lost a lot of blood.”
“He’s as tough as old shoe leather. He’ll be fine. Any news about his father?”
“The last word we received was that Mr. Bowen was still in surgery.”
“Anything else I should know?”
Should she tell the boss about their plans after the mission was complete?
“You have something to share, I take it. Let’s hear it, Weatherly.”
She blurted out the news. “Grant and I are getting married after this mission is over.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No, sir.”
He gave a wry laugh. “Our competitors will label us a matchmaking agency. Great. Just great. Guess I’ll have to spin that so it’s not as embarrassing. How long is Grant’s recovery time?”
“A month.”
“It’s a good thing I have another team almost ready to take on assignments. Keep me updated on Grant’s condition. When you two tie the knot, I want to know so my wife and I can attend. Rowan has a fondness for weddings and I don’t want to disappoint her.”
“I understand, sir.”
“If you need anything, tell me. We’ll take care of it. Maddox out.”
A nurse exited the operating suite. “Rayne?”
She straightened away from the wall. “That’s me.” Oh, man. Grant hadn’t been inside the operating room for long. Had something gone wrong?
The other woman handed Rayne a small, clear evidence bag. “Mr. Bowen said to give you this and tell you to run it. Does that mean anything to you?”
Rayne smiled. “It does. How is he?”
“The surgeon just started working on Mr. Bowen. So far, his vitals are stable although his blood pressure is a little low. We’re working on that by giving him blood. Try not to worry. Mr. Bowen is in expert hands.”
The nurse returned to the operating room, leaving Rayne alone to handle her anxiety and worry. She arranged for a package pickup and transport to a private lab. “I appreciate you taking care of this for me, Zane.”
“Glad to do it. How’s Grant?”
She told him the little information she knew.
“He’s tough. Grant will be fine. You’ll see.”
“I can’t help worrying about him.”
“He’s a lucky man. I hope he knows that.”
“If he doesn’t, I’ll remind him.”
Zane chuckled. “You do that.” He remained silent for a few seconds. “Gotta go. I have a team in a hot zone. Later.” And he was gone.
For the next two hours, Rayne paced outside the operating suite. The nurse returned twice more to update her on Grant’s progress. Each time, Rayne’s man was a little stronger.
