Her one meal a shift at Reaper’s Bar had usually been her only full meal, and her favorite had been the chicken nuggets and fries. Veggies didn’t feature strong on that menu. Or in her preferences, either.
Who would eat broccoli when they could have deep-fried potatoes?
Her teeth were going to pay the price, though. Her health, too. She was actually feeling worse than she had yesterday.
Don’t get sick.
Webb sighed. “Silent treatment, huh? Can’t say as I blame you. I’d be angry too. Just try to eat something and let me know if you need anything.” He paused and studied her for a long moment. “You sure you feel all right? I put some pain killers on the tray, but you’re looking a bit flushed. I could check you over.”
She simply scowled, not moving.
He sighed and left.
Why did it feel like she’d just pushed away her one friend?
He’s not your friend and you can’t forget that.
Moving to the tray of food, it took everything in her to pick up the tray and set it by the closed door and step away.
She might be stuck here, but she wasn’t going to cooperate.
Screw them all.
* * *
“Zander,we need to talk about Keira.”
“Hello to you too, Kent.”
“Zander,” Kent growled.
“What? You’re the one always reminding me of social niceties, aren’t you? Every time I start a conversation with a demand, you get all touchy and offended.”
“I don’t get touchy and offended.”
He certainly sounded that way right now. Technically, Zander worked for Jensen Security International, which Kent owned.
Technically.
But even though he took jobs for Kent and the other man paid him, Zander tended to see it as a fluid relationship. When he didn’t want to do something for Kent, he just didn’t.
It worked well for both of them.
All right, maybe better for Zander. He didn’t have to work for JSI; he had plenty of money and his team could find their own jobs. But he liked most of the jobs that Kent sent his way. Kent knew what Zander and his team were good at. And it meant that Zander didn’t have to deal with all the bullshit of paperwork or clients.
Yeah, he didn’t want to have to deal with clients. And anytime Kent asked for paperwork from him after a job, well, it conveniently went astray.
And, let’s face it, Kent would be lost without him. His business would likely fail and Zander didn’t want to be responsible for that. The other man had just found his woman not so long ago. He probably desperately needed the money that Zander brought in.
“Look, I have something to tell you. Are you on a secure line? And somewhere private?”
“Of course I’m on a secure line.” What did Kent take him for? An amateur? No one would be listening in on his conversation.
“Where are you right now?” Kent asked with suspicion.
“Beaver.”
“Beaver? Did you find some leads on Kansas?”