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Virat fought back the thrill of satisfaction. Her cheeks had turned bright red when she’d looked up at him. And she’d smiled just for him. He didn’t want to let her go, but they were in the middle of the main corridor that connected the ER to the backside of the surgical department. Anyone besides Nikkie Jean could come along at any moment. “Hey, yourself.”
Virat looked at the other woman next to Fin. They were close to the same height and build. Nikkie Jean was darker, the hair was a few shades past honey, and the eyes were an almost exact same honey colored.
Today, Nikkie Jean was far paler than Fin. He suspected his favorite resident pediatric surgeon wasn’t feeling all that great today. But her characteristic devil grin was flirting with her lips.
Nikkie Jean knew and was quietly giving her approval.
Virat smirked back. “Weren’t you going somewhere tonight, brat? Choir practice or something like that?”
“Yes,” Nikkie Jean drew it out. “But...Fin’s my singing buddy, Vir. You have to let her go so we can cross the parking lot. Don’t worry. We’ll hold hands. And you can watch us from the window.”
She came across as quiet and reserved at first, but once she got to know people and got comfortable, Nikkie Jean was the most incorrigible woman he had ever seen. But she was loyal. She wouldn’t spill the knowledge of him and Fin until Fin was ready.
He hesitated. Virat had a meeting with Rafe and Allen in ten minutes that he couldn’t miss.
But he didn’t like the thought of her crossing the parking lot without him. Not until the stalker was found. Other than within the walls of the hospital itself, she hadn’t been out of his sight for the last week.
His eyes met Fin’s. “You ok?”
“I’ll be fine. I’m not alone, Vir. I know that.”
“Go. I’ll watch from the window. Rafe and Allen will just have to wait.”
Nikkie Jean shot him a look. One filled with suspicion and questions.
Fin pulled away. “Someone has been leaving letters on my car. I’ve spoken with the police, but...”
Nikkie Jean’s eyes widened. Her hand wrapped around Fin’s.
But the questions didn’t come. Just silent support.
“I’ll stay with her, Virat. I promise.”