Page 10 of Healed Heart
I pick up my phone to call Jason but then hesitate.I want to tell him about R.Lyon’s mysterious message, but he doesn’t know I’m aware of his past.
Do I tell him I know?He’d know that I looked into him.But in this day and age, that’s expected.You research the people you’re dating, figure out if they have any skeletons in their closet.
Still, though… He’s been through so much.He doesn’t need me poking my head in where it doesn’t belong.What he needs is to get to Switzerland and have the surgery that could give him back his dream, his livelihood, his chosen career.
Besides, Jason probably already knows about R.Lyon.I mean, surely he reads the memorial posts on Lindsay’s page.
Except that Lindsay died three years ago, and the post from R is from a year ago.
The whole thing makes me feel like invisible little legs are crawling all over me.
I squirm on the couch.Tillie’s warm body is a mild comfort in the midst of my growing unease.
I need to study, to distract myself from the pit of worry that’s taking root in my stomach, but I can’t seem to tear my thoughts away from Jason and this mysterious R.Lyon.
With a sigh, I grab my anatomy textbook, hoping its pages will provide an adequate distraction.But even as I begin to read about the intricacies of the human circulatory system, all I can think about is how Jason’s heart must have shattered into a million pieces when he lost Lindsay and Julia.
My phone buzzes on the coffee table, snapping me out of my thoughts.My heart jolts when Jason’s name flashes across the screen.
“Hey,” I say as soon as I answer, trying hard to keep my voice steady.
“Angie,” he says.“Can I come over?”
My heart leaps.“Of course.Are you home?”
“Yeah.I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
Five minutes later, he’s knocking on the door.I open it, shuffling Tillie back.
God, he’s so gorgeous.
But his beautiful green eyes are distraught.
He doesn’t know I know about Lindsay and Julia.It’s probably not something he talks about.
In fact, he’s never mentioned them.Not once.
“Can I get you something to drink?”I ask, closing the door behind him and gesturing toward my living room.The anatomy textbook lies open on the couch where I left it, a reminder of what I should be doing.
“No.”His gaze on me is intense.Not angry, but…off.“I need to ask you something.”
“Yeah, of course.”
He takes a deep breath, swallows.“I need to know if you sent an email to Richard in HR about us.”
I nearly drop my jaw to the ground.Not what I was expecting at all.I figured he was going to ask about Switzerland, wanting my answer.
Then again…Ralph did say he was escorted away from his office by a man and woman.
Was one of them thisRichardhe’s talking about?
“Of course not, Jason,” I say, trying to keep an edge of resentment out of my tone.“I’d never do that.”
He sighs.“I didn’t think you did for a minute, but I had to ask.”
“Why?Does this have something to do with those people who took you away from your office this morning?”
“You know about that?”
