He hadn’t seen the Snotty Garlic. Not until he’d past a stack of them on a counter in the gas station two blocks away from the hospital.
Ray forced himself to breathe through his mouth and count backward from forty. Anything to try to calm himself down.
Fin’s face was in the center of the front page. As she looked up at Virat Patel. It was obvious the two had the hots for each other. And why wouldn’t Patel want her? Fin was perfection.
They worked together all day in the hospital, while Ray stayed outside in the damned Texas heat. Hell, for all he knew, Patel had dragged her into one of the numerous alcoves that existed in the hospital and kissed and touched her.
His Fin. His.
Ray knew she had felt the same connection he had. It was always in her blue eyes when she looked at him.
How shy and hesitant she was. How she didn’t like it when people got too close to her, but she’d look for him later at night when she was frightened.
He was her protector. Her hero.
That was the way it should be.
Not some damned doctor who had never really worked for anything in his life. Patel didn’t deserve Fin.
Ray pulled the borrowed truck into the parking lot. He’d had to use a visitor pass since it was a private parking lot and this truck wasn’t registered with the security office yet. Pam, the woman who usually handled the admin tasks for security, was off with a head cold. It hadn’t mattered; Vince had said he’d reimburse him with his next paycheck.
And then he looked up. Through the light rain he saw her.
Fin.
And Dr. Netorre.
Dr. Netorre was always with Dr. Patel. They were friends. Dr. Patel always walked her to her parking space of the evenings, flirting with her.
She’d probably pushed Fin at Patel. Fin couldn’t go to that charity event by herself. No.
It wasn’t Fin’s fault. It was those other doctors. Dr. Patel and Dr. Netorre. They should pay.
Ray’s hands tightened on the wheel.
Even though he knew he was being irrational. Dr. Netorre was just a convenient target.
It didn’t matter.
If he didn’t do something with this rage, he was going to explode. Do something completely stupid.
End up back in jail.
Ray’s foot pressed the gas pedal.