You are Mine

Ten

Jessica's body trembled with both excitement and fear as she hid behind the door of the room across from the supply closet, peeking around it the best she couldn't without giving herself away. The patient who had occupied this room had been released just this morning. She felt that her prayers were being answered now since this was the only way to see the people coming out of the room.

After about ten grueling minutes, the door to the supply room opened. Jessica held her breath and tried to keep her body still. Making a noise now would not be good at all.

Laura Tweed exited, carrying some bandages and a few bottles of morphine. The older woman bustled down the hall, not even looking to see if anyone watched. But Jessica didn't mind. Nurse Tweed wasn't the person Jessica was after.

She waited and waited, but nobody else was leaving the room. She concentrated on trying to hear anything coming from the room, but it was silent. With her pulse out of control, she decided to go inside the room. After all, she was a nurse who could obtain supplies for their patients.

Taking a deep breath for courage, she slowly moved out behind the door and walked across the hall. Her hand shook as she placed it on the doorknob and opened. Just like the closet she and Hugh had to hide in yesterday, there was very little room, and it was filled with shelves. So, then where was the man Laura was conversing with? There had been a man. Both Jessica and Hugh heard him.

She groaned and rubbed her forehead, where her pulse was beating the hardest. She was not insane. There had to be an explanation for all of this. Or perhaps... Maybe Nurse Tweed was the one insane. In Jessica's nursing school, she'd briefly learned about people with two personalities. Could this be Laura's problem?

Jessica shook her head. She had heard that man's voice before, so there must be a man's body behind it somewhere. If only she could find him.

Sighing, she dropped her gaze to the floor, trying to think of what to do next. Then she saw it – small scrape marks on the floor near the shelving unit on the outside wall. Curiously, she stepped to the shelves attached to the wall. She touched in different spots, seeing if the wall moved. When nothing happened, she gently pulled on a few shelves. That didn't seem to work, either. Unless...

She lifted her gaze up the sides of the wall near the shelves. On the white paint, she notices smudge marks from someone's fingers, as if the area had been used quite a few times.

Lifting on her tip-toes, she reached for the location on the way. Suddenly, someone's arms wrapped around her, and she heard the door closing. She gasped and fell back into Hugh's arms. His masculine scent of spice and musk surrounded her, causing those annoying butterflies to come alive and dance inside her stomach.

"Forgive me," he whispered, kissing her neck, "but I'm weak, and when is saw you in here, I couldn't resist."

She hated feeling this way about him, but she must stay strong. He couldn't be trusted.

"Hugh?" She turned in his arms. "What are you doing here?"

He grinned out of one side of his mouth, more so than the other. "Kissing you. After all, we have a habit of finding places like this to sneak a few kisses."

"Yes, well... I was just trying to get something. I don't have time for kissing."

His gaze narrowed on her, and her heartbeat quickened. She wasn't playing her role correctly. He would suspect her of something, she just knew it.

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Irritation filled Hugh to the brink of madness. Why couldn't she admit her feelings for him and agree that they have something special? Yet, she was fighting her feelings for Wyatt. That could be the only explanation.