She realized when she woke up she still didn’t have a car. Both men were nonchalant about it. Miles intended to head back to the reservation quickly in his truck, and Griffen intended to take her to work and pick her up.
Luckily, she kept several sets of scrubs in her locker at the hospital. Until she had a chance to deal with the mess of clothes from the apartment, she would need to rely on her stash.
She had just shut her locker and turned to start her day when the nursing supervisor for her department stepped in. “Ah, Rebecca. Good. Can I see you in my office before you get started?” The woman turned and left without waiting for an answer.
Rebecca took a deep breath. She was growing so accustomed to having the rug yanked out from under her, anything was possible.
But she also knew Marian Pierce was a reasonable boss, and whatever she had on her mind couldn’t be too bad. She’d smiled as she made her request.
Rebecca followed her boss out of the locker room and around the corner to the woman’s office.
Marian shut the door with a snick and tucked her thick, blonde, shoulder-length hair behind her ear. Her initial confident stance slipped a bit as she took a seat behind her desk while Rebecca lowered herself into a chair across from the woman.
Shit.
“So sorry about your apartment. Have you been able to get in it yet?”
“Yes. I took out what I could salvage yesterday. Mostly clothes and jewelry. The rest is a loss.”
Marian’s brow furrowed. “I’m sorry. That really bites.”
Rebecca nodded. This is not what Marian called her in to discuss.
Marian grabbed the edges of the desk and glanced down while she took a deep breath.
Rebecca held hers. At this point, nothing the woman could say would surprise her. Would she fire her for taking a few days off? That didn’t make much sense since Marian was the one to call and offer the repose.
“It really sucks that I have to do this, but it can’t be helped.” Marian’s hands shook as she picked up a manila folder from the desk and held it. “Normally when I receive complaints regarding an employee, I’m very careful to decide whether or not the complaint was warranted and worth telling the nurse herself.”
Fuck.
Rebecca was a stellar employee. She loved her job. She worked in the emergency room, so naturally there were occasional deaths and extremely sick patients, but to her knowledge, she’d never done anything that made a patient or their family unduly upset.
Marian remained guarded, hesitant as though she still wasn’t sure she should share what she held.
“Did I upset a patient?” Rebecca swallowed past the lump in her throat.
Marian shook her head. “No. Nothing like that. This is personal.” Finally, she set the folder in front of Rebecca and released it. She kept her lips pursed, and she nodded toward the file.
Rebecca closed her eyes for a moment and then tentatively opened the folder.
Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the single page in front of her.
Oh. My. God.
“Marian…” She didn’t know what to say as she scanned the entire page, yanking her gaze from the huge picture front and center to the typed lines above and below. Her vision blurred as she refocused on the distinct photo taken of her Tuesday morning on the front porch of Miles’ house. She was wrapped in nothing but the sheet she’d taken from the bed, and she was sitting on Miles’ lap, her head tipped back into Griffen’s hands as he kissed her.
Her face heated as she squeezed her eyes shut.
Marian broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not here to judge, Rebecca. What you do in your free time is your business. You’re a fantastic nurse and a pleasure to work with.”
Rebecca lifted her gaze. But…
Marian’s eyebrows were so close together they became one. “I only showed you this because I thought you should know about it. Clearly someone isn’t very happy with you.”
That’s an understatement.
“Were you aware you had a stalker?”
“Sort of.” It wasn’t as though she could explain irrational paranormal phenomenon, including wolf shifters, to her boss.
Suddenly Marian gasped. “Was the fire an accident?”
Rebecca wished she could confirm it was. Instead she shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Marian leaned forward. “Rebecca, this is awful. Have you called the police?”
“No.” Until Marian handed her this file, she’d had nothing but a premonition to go on. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. “I mean, not here in town.” She pointed at the photo. “That was taken on the reservation. A few weird things did happen out there over the weekend. The local law enforcement came out.”