~~Young~~

Chapter Twelve

   She trusted him with herself yes, but not with those she herself was responsible for.

   The Meds? She had alluded she was very ill though she truly suffered from only a few of the symptoms of FAS, not like her sister…and the gun? Well Vancouver could be a very dangerous place, should he have asked she would have simply explained that it was for protection. Of course, it wasn’t for her protection.

   She wondered if he had the chance to notice the serial number had been scraped off?

   “Next,” the woman at the counter called.

   Shaking herself from her daydreams Sera stepped up and gave her name to the freckled pharmacy tech, “pickup for Sissy Monroe.”

   The tech typed her name in the system and Sera gave a birth date-not her own of course- and after a few more purposeful key strokes the computer beeped.

   It always beeped.

   “It says the pharmacist would like to speak with you about some possible interactions Mrs. Monroe, if you would please step over to the consultation window he’ll be right with you.”

   Also completely expected.

   She did as she was asked and waited behind the plexiglass “privacy” partition watching as the other people in the store went about their business. She wondered if any of them were here for the same reason she was. If any of them were what she was. There was no way to tell one Angel from another person, and she didn’t know a single one of Nathan’s people here. Lacy’s yeah, she was going to be working with them tomorrow so she needed to know their faces. But not Nathan’s…

   Would it be such a surprise to know she was being tailed? For all she knew there could have been one of them on the train with her, that obnoxious waiter very well could have been one of them.

   Of them, she huffed to herself. So quickly she detached herself from their ilk, made herself an outsider even before she knew it was to be true or not. But it was better that way, wouldn’t sting as much if that was the outcome. And if she wasn’t expelled then great, it could be a pleasant surprise for her.

   She didn’t even believe that one. Pleasant wasn’t in her vocabulary never mind directed at her.

   Not true, she told herself, pleasant is all Gage has for you if you would stop refusing him.

   Back to this she rolled her eyes at herself, at least that much she said to him had been true, that she couldn’t get him off her mind. Somehow, someway her brain kept circling back to him. And she had stopped refusing him…somewhat. Truth be told she had almost given in to him then too, when he kept insisting on riding with her. He said he was worried she might keel over and die before he had the chance to ask everything he wanted of her, and that he wasn’t going to let that happen until he did. But one face on that curb had her walls building back up again. Not because of Gage, but because of Drew, her Uncle’s PA.

   And sure as hell when she followed his path she saw his Parliament issued car with its Parliament plates that insured he wouldn’t get a ticket for parking in a loading and unloading only zone.

   He had been waiting for her, and was making a bee-line for where she and Gage stood arguing over cab fare. She had to leave, had to get away from Gage before he got wrapped up in her mess…if he wasn’t the cause. But Drew wasn’t looking at Gage, only at Sera, his brows knitted together as he gritted his teeth. He was pissed off. And since she and her Uncle’s personal assistant had little to nothing to do with each other there was no reason for that animosity.