Rx Missing (Decorah Security Series, Book #10): A Paranormal Romantic Suspense Novel by Rebecca York Read Free Book Online Page A

hotel.
    “We’ll meet back here in half an hour,” Mack said, looking at his watch. “What time do you all have?”
    Conveniently, everyone had a watch, and they were all set to the same time, which was four fifteen. Presumably in the afternoon, judging from the light.
    When the others had departed, Lily scuffed her foot against the marble floor. “We could check out the guest rooms on the next floor.”
    Mack waited a beat before answering. “I don’t think so.”
    She slid him a sidewise glance. He looked restless and hemmed in.
    Without waiting for her to comment, he walked to the double glass doors, then along the covered passage to the lawn, where he stared at the manicured hotel grounds.
    She followed his gaze. Everything seemed quiet and peaceful, but she sensed dark currents swirling just below the surface of what was obvious.
    When he heard her follow, he asked, “What do you think? Can we get out of here?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “You sure you don’t have inside information?” he asked with an edge in his voice.
    “Why do you think so?”
    “Your reactions.”
    “If you’re saying I’m jumpy, everybody’s jumpy.”
    He turned to look at her. “But you keep acting like you know what to expect. Then you’re surprised when events don’t follow the script.”
    Startled by his perception, she wanted to tell him there wasn’t any script. Instead she settled for, “Am I?”
    “Yeah.”
    She shrugged but couldn’t meet his eyes. For a split second she wanted to ask him what to do about the strange things that kept cropping up, even when she knew that asking was out of the question. Plus, what did he know, anyway?
    He let several seconds of silence pass before demanding, “Tell me some more about yourself.”
    “There’s not much to tell,” she said.
    “Everybody has a story. Where did you grow up? Where did you go to school?”
    “In the DC area. Bethesda.”
    “Your family was well off?”
    “Yes. My dad’s a lawyer.”
    “But you came to Baltimore.”
    “It’s not that far away. I went to school there—Hopkins.”
    “They have a nursing school?”
    “Yes.”
    “What do you do for fun when you’re not working?”
    She thought about that for a moment. What was she going to tell him—that she should have gotten married and had children the way her parents wanted, but she’d been too driven to make up for her families’ sin? She settled for, “I haven’t had much free time lately.”
    “Why not?”
    “We’re short staffed. I volunteered for double shifts.”
    “Did you get along with your family?”
    She hesitated. “It wasn’t always perfect.”
    “What was wrong?”
    “My little sister got killed,” she said, skirting around the real story.
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Auto accident. What about you?” she asked, moving the subject away from herself. “You said you were from western Maryland. What did your parents do?”
    “My mom was a housewife. Dad had an outfitter business. My brother took it over after Dad died. I graduated from the Naval Academy and went to flight school.”
    She already knew his background, but she was hungry to hear about his life—in his own words.
    “You got along with your parents?”
    “Yes. Mom had a business baking cakes and other stuff for people. Dad was pretty strict, but it was good for us.”
    “What happened to them? I mean you keep talking about them in past tense.”
    “They were on vacation in Paris and got caught in a terrorist attack.”
    She winced. “I’m so sorry.”
    “We had a good family life. It was over too soon.”
    When he didn’t volunteer more, she said, “And you never married?”
    His face hardened. “I was, but it didn’t work out. I was away too much of the time.”
    “Sorry.”
    He lifted one shoulder. “Living on an aircraft carrier suits me. I work out in the gym. Read. Watch the movies they fly in. Go out on missions. The internet keeps me in touch with the world.”
    It sounded like an empty