Page 106 of High Treason
“Shall we visit the ER?” Kord said.
“Now you’re talking. I want to talk to—”
“Not Youssof Dagher, but you.”
“I’m not sick.”
“Right. I’ll see about an FBI doctor meeting us at the Saud home.”
“There’s no cure for the common cold.”
“Let the doctor decide that.”
Best change the subject. “I hate what happened to Lori’s shop.”
“She has insurance, right?”
“Yes. But she’s going to lose business for a few days. I’ll make sure she receives a cash deposit into her bank account.”
“You’re such a clandestine operative.”
Closing her eyes for just a moment, she drifted off to sleep.
Kord requested a doctor for Monica and alerted Ali to what he feared was bronchitis or worse. “Her whole body shakes when she coughs.”
“Should she be in the hospital?”
“She’d shoot both of us.”
He rumbled his laughter. “I’ll be on the lookout for the doctor and meet you at the back.”
Kord and Ali had it bad for the same woman. Nearing the mansion, he received a call from HPD with an update on the first vehicle that had left the scene.
“A security cam picked up license plates of a car leaving the area shortly before officers arrived,” the HPD officer said. “We’re on itnow.”
When Kord turned off the engine at the rear of the home, she didn’t move. Ali hurried from the garage with an umbrella and met him on the passenger side of the car. Kord opened the door. “Monica, we’re here.”
Not a sound.
He scooped up her body, feeling the heat radiating through her wet clothes. Ali held the umbrella over her, and they rushed inside.
“What are you doing?” she mumbled.
“Putting you to bed,” Kord said.
“Bad pickup line.”
“Miss Alden,” Ali said, “the prince has informed his sisters of your arrival.”
She didn’t seem to hear.
Kord carried her through the rear of the home and up the stairs to her room. Blonde hair lay across his arms, tickling him. He wanted to stare into her face but chose against it considering Ali walked with him. When he thought about how the two had nearly been killed tonight, how they were perfect targets inside the lit café, yet neither of them had been wounded ... what a coincidence.
Could it have been God? But He hadn’t helped her see Liam’s deception.
At the door leading into the women’s quarters, Ali knocked and the prince opened it. Fatima and Yasmine were nowhere to be seen, most likely in their rooms until the men left.
Prince Omar pointed to a room where Kord laid her on a bed.
