Chapter 12
On the flight to San Diego, Bethany slept. From the dark circles under her eyes and the way she simply crashed when she could, Slade assumed she really needed some rest. He set Jason up with a hand-held video game, and Slade caught up on work issues.
It seemed that Trent had made contact with the group that was mostly likely responsible for some of the sabotage in Jawhara—he’d reported that he was working his way into a position of trust there. Travis emailed Slade a list of theme parks and rides that a kid Jason’s age would have fun on. Slade shook his head over that and texted back, Don’t jump the gun.
The jet touched down in San Diego on time, the limo met them on the tarmac, and Slade was amused to see both Jason’s and Bethany’s eyes widen over the full Slade Security treatment. Jason climbed into the limo and had to press every button and work every control. Bethany kept trying to corral him, and finally Slade put his hand on her jean-clad thigh. “Let him be. First time in a limo should be special.”
“What’s so special about this for me?” she asked.
He leaned forward. Her eyes darkened. He could see the pulse quicken in her throat. Reaching across her, he popped open the bar. “I had that Oregon microbrew you like, stocked.”
She punched his side with a fist. Grinning, he caught her hand and hung onto it. How long had it been since he’d held hands with any woman? Had he ever?
The driver took them directly to the appointment with the specialist—Slade saw no reason to put that off. Dr. Baxter met them in his office, not far from UCSD Medical Center. In his forties and balding, he fit the classic profile of a doctor, but he also looked damn fit and photos of him in marathons hung on his office walls. He took half an hour to meet with Bethany and Jason, then took Jason in for a full physical.
Slade sat in the plush waiting room, trying to focus on work emails and texts and not to think about Jason. What if Baxter couldn’t help the boy? Would that be so terrible? He thought about Jason’s love of baseball—the kid had sucked at basketball—and started an online search for tickets to at least get Jason to a game.
Baxter came out with Bethany—she looked worried, but Baxter didn’t. Slade stood.
“I’d like to admit Jason for an overnight at UCSD. There’s a series of tests I’d like to run, including blood workups, and we need him to fast for them. We’re also going to run a study that charts the release of certain hormones during sleep cycles.”
Slade nodded. “Sounds good.”
Bethany hugged herself. “We can’t do this later?”
Slade put a hand on her back and rubbed. “We’ll get this over with, then we’ll take Jason to a ball game. Don’t worry. I’ll book us in next door to the hospital.”
Jason came out, a candy sucker in his mouth. Slade ruffled his hair. “You okay staying overnight with Dr. Baxter?”
Jason shrugged, but Slade thought he saw a shadow in the boy’s eyes. He squatted down to put himself at eye level with Jason. “You ace these tests and I’ve got tickets lined up for the World Series—seats right off of home plate.”
Eyes going wide, Jason glanced at Bethany and back to Slade. He looked at Dr. Baxter and back to Slade. “If I stay two nights, can we go to two games?”
Slade stuck out his hand. “It’s a deal.”
Grinning, Jason followed them out of the clinic. The check in at the hospital went smoothly, except for Bethany’s pale face and her clipped tone. She put on a smile for Jason, but Slade could tell it was faked. She was making Jason nervous.
Slade leaned closer to Jason. “Hey, buddy, make it look good for her, will you? She’s totally freaked about this.”
Jason sat up, nodded, and turned to his aunt. He grabbed her arm and dragged her to the doorway of his room. “You’d better go out to dinner with Slade tonight. Go to a mov
ie or do something fun. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He just about shoved her out.
Giving Jason a nod and a salute, Slade walked out and met Bethany in the hallway. “We’re going to have to work on his subtlety.”
Bethany glanced at him. “Yeah, but he’s not wrong. If we’re going out, I want to check in to a room and get a bath first.”
Slade had booked the Hillcrest House B&B—all of it. The house was a California Craftsman, the rooms elegant, and their hosts left dinner ready for them in the kitchen, along with a local wine from Temecula. Slade approved all of it. He glanced at Bethany. She was walking around, arms folded, as if afraid to touch anything.
“Pick any room you want. There are three bedrooms. I thought we could use this as a base for a few days, and we’re five minutes from the hospital. Ten if there’s traffic.” She nodded. He came over to her. “What is it?”
She looked at him, eyes huge in her heart-shaped face. “What if—?”
He put a finger on her lips. “We’re not going to think about that. Jason’s getting tests run—that’s it. Once we have tests, then we can figure out what comes next.”
She leaned into him, but she didn’t put her arms around him. “I’m…I’m not used to having help with this. Tayra…once she got sick, it really had to be all about her. I…”
He took her shoulders and turned her toward the stairs. “Bedrooms and bath are on the second floor. I’ll have the wine open and breathing, and you come down when you’re ready. Don’t feel like you have to dress up. We’re eating in, so make yourself at home.” He couldn’t resist. He kissed the top of her head and swatted her butt.