dressed in a dark, conservative suit, white shirt, and black tie, holding a big sign that said, WAKEFIELD. He glared at Robin and frowned. He did not look happy.
Brian walked over and said, “I’m Brian Wakefield.”
“Hunter, sir. I’m to take you to the institute. However, I was told you’d be alone.”
Jeez, Brian thought, what was with the guys at WIAPT only using one name? First Phelps, now Hunter. Perhaps he should start referring to himself as Wakefield.
“Miss Guyer is my nurse and companion. It that a problem?” He could feel his blood pressure rising and took a deep breath to calm himself so the headache didn’t recur. “Because if it is, we’ll just call the whole thing off. What do you say, Robin? I’ve always wanted to see Boston. We’ll find a nice hotel, rent a car, and explore the town.”
She looked a bit startled but caught on. “Great, let’s go.” They turned and headed for the baggage area.
“Wait, sir.” Hunter was beside them immediately. “I’m sure it won’t be problem. I’m very sorry. I was simply startled. You see, we have a full compliment of medical personal at the institute.” Hunter took a handkerchief out of his pocket and patted his ashen face. “If you’ll just give me your baggage claim tickets, we’ll be on our way.”
He handed over their stubs and then followed behind him, down long hallways filled with the bustle of travelers, past several boarding lounges, until they finally got to an escalator and headed down to the baggage area.
“Come this way, please.” Outside, next to the curb—in a No Parking zone—sat a black, stretch limo. Hunter opened the back door. Robin scooted in, and he followed her. “I’ll be back with your luggage, sir. Please make yourselves comfortable.” He closed the door, shutting out all the noise and smells of the airport.
“Would you really have just gone off?” Robin’s eyes were huge. He couldn’t help but smile. She was like a proverbial kid in a candy store. Her head had swiveled back and forth as they walked through the airport. Now she leaned forward, opened a compartment, and found a small ice chest stocked with soft drinks, beer and wine. Another section held an assortment of crackers, cheese and fruit.
“Of course, I would have. I don’t owe Phelps anything—well, the airline tickets I suppose, but I would have reimbursed him.” He leaned his head against the back of the seat.
Yes, he would have walked away, but he really wanted to get to the institute and learn to corral his powers.
“Want something to eat or drink?” She continued to rummage around in the food stores.
“Yeah, maybe a soft drink, or better yet water, if there’s any. I always get dehydrated when I fly.”
Her head whipped around, and she stared at him. “How do you know? Did you remember?”
“No, not really. It just…popped into my head.”
He heard the soft thud of the trunk shutting, then Hunter opened the driver’s side door and slid in.
“We’ll be on our way now, sir.” Hunter turned the key in the ignition, and the car purred.
“How long will it take to get there?”
Hunter didn’t answer until he’d pulled safely into traffic. “About five hours, sir, depending on traffic. Do let me know if you need anything.” With that, he raised a thick glass partition between the front and rear seats. Brian noticed the man picked up a cell phone and started talking to someone. He was reporting to Phelps on Brian’s indiscretion, no doubt.
“Here.” Robin handed him a bottle of ice-cold water, and he chugged most of it down.
“Excited?” Silly question. Her green eyes sparkled and, in spite of the long flight, she looked fresh and raring to go. He, on the other hand, was ready for another nap. Damn it, he’d be glad when he got rid of these damn headaches and had his energy back.
“Sure, aren’t you?”
“Not yet. Maybe when we get there. I’m going to close my eyes. Wake me when we
Brian walked over and said, “I’m Brian Wakefield.”
“Hunter, sir. I’m to take you to the institute. However, I was told you’d be alone.”
Jeez, Brian thought, what was with the guys at WIAPT only using one name? First Phelps, now Hunter. Perhaps he should start referring to himself as Wakefield.
“Miss Guyer is my nurse and companion. It that a problem?” He could feel his blood pressure rising and took a deep breath to calm himself so the headache didn’t recur. “Because if it is, we’ll just call the whole thing off. What do you say, Robin? I’ve always wanted to see Boston. We’ll find a nice hotel, rent a car, and explore the town.”
She looked a bit startled but caught on. “Great, let’s go.” They turned and headed for the baggage area.
“Wait, sir.” Hunter was beside them immediately. “I’m sure it won’t be problem. I’m very sorry. I was simply startled. You see, we have a full compliment of medical personal at the institute.” Hunter took a handkerchief out of his pocket and patted his ashen face. “If you’ll just give me your baggage claim tickets, we’ll be on our way.”
He handed over their stubs and then followed behind him, down long hallways filled with the bustle of travelers, past several boarding lounges, until they finally got to an escalator and headed down to the baggage area.
“Come this way, please.” Outside, next to the curb—in a No Parking zone—sat a black, stretch limo. Hunter opened the back door. Robin scooted in, and he followed her. “I’ll be back with your luggage, sir. Please make yourselves comfortable.” He closed the door, shutting out all the noise and smells of the airport.
“Would you really have just gone off?” Robin’s eyes were huge. He couldn’t help but smile. She was like a proverbial kid in a candy store. Her head had swiveled back and forth as they walked through the airport. Now she leaned forward, opened a compartment, and found a small ice chest stocked with soft drinks, beer and wine. Another section held an assortment of crackers, cheese and fruit.
“Of course, I would have. I don’t owe Phelps anything—well, the airline tickets I suppose, but I would have reimbursed him.” He leaned his head against the back of the seat.
Yes, he would have walked away, but he really wanted to get to the institute and learn to corral his powers.
“Want something to eat or drink?” She continued to rummage around in the food stores.
“Yeah, maybe a soft drink, or better yet water, if there’s any. I always get dehydrated when I fly.”
Her head whipped around, and she stared at him. “How do you know? Did you remember?”
“No, not really. It just…popped into my head.”
He heard the soft thud of the trunk shutting, then Hunter opened the driver’s side door and slid in.
“We’ll be on our way now, sir.” Hunter turned the key in the ignition, and the car purred.
“How long will it take to get there?”
Hunter didn’t answer until he’d pulled safely into traffic. “About five hours, sir, depending on traffic. Do let me know if you need anything.” With that, he raised a thick glass partition between the front and rear seats. Brian noticed the man picked up a cell phone and started talking to someone. He was reporting to Phelps on Brian’s indiscretion, no doubt.
“Here.” Robin handed him a bottle of ice-cold water, and he chugged most of it down.
“Excited?” Silly question. Her green eyes sparkled and, in spite of the long flight, she looked fresh and raring to go. He, on the other hand, was ready for another nap. Damn it, he’d be glad when he got rid of these damn headaches and had his energy back.
“Sure, aren’t you?”
“Not yet. Maybe when we get there. I’m going to close my eyes. Wake me when we
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