“Jamie-” she hissed, but it was too late.
Because Damien spoke.
“What’s his name?”
Not who is he. Not what’s going on.
Just – his name.
Low. Dangerous. Final.
“Dr. Beckett,” Jamie answered.
And she swore the temperature in the car dropped.
He didn’t say anything else.
But he didn’t need to.
When they finally stepped out, she could still feel it – that invisible thread that had wrapped around her spine and pulled tight. She thanked James politely, nodded at Damien, kept her head down.
But when Damien said, “Don’t be late on Monday,” her throat tightened.
Because it wasn’t just a reminder.
It sounded like a warning.. Or a .
And she felt it.
All the way through her bones.
The check-up itself was uneventful. Dr. Brown was kind, thorough, and straight to the point always.
Jamie’s blood pressure was stable. His white blood cell count had improved slightly. The new medication seemed to be helping, but it had to be taken on schedule. No skipped doses. No off days. His weight had gone up slightly. His color was better.
But the surgery still loomed like a monster on the horizon.
“He’s doing well,” Dr. Brown said, flipping through the chart. “But the surgery isn’t optional. It’s still necessary. If we delay too long, we risk complications that meds won’t be able to fix.”
Maya nodded slowly, gripping her purse tighter in her lap.
“I understand,” she whispered. “I just… I need more time.”
She did understand.
But understanding didn’t print money. It didn’t pay hospital fees.
She just needed time.
The doctor gave her a sympathetic look. “I know. And we’ll do what we can on our end. But try not to wait too long, Maya. The sooner we move, the better his chances for a full recovery.”
She thanked him. Shook his hand. Then held Jamie’s tighter than usual as they left the office.
They’d barely made it to the hallway when Beckett appeared.
“Maya!”
Beckett walked over quickly, too quickly. His white coat flared slightly with each step, and the forced smile on his face made her stomach twist.
“I waited earlier,” he said, holding up the takeout bag and the sad-looking rose like they were some kind of peace offering. “Didn’t see you. I thought maybe something happened.”
Jamie stepped subtly in front of her, just enough to block part of Beckett’s view. “We came in through the other entrance,” he said coolly.
Beckett blinked, clearly not expecting the interruption.
“Well… I just thought I’d catch you after your appointment. Maybe we could talk.”
Jamie’s brows pulled together. “About what?”
Maya gently touched her brother’s shoulder. “Jamie,” she said softly, then looked up at Beckett with as much calm as she could manage.
“Dr. Beckett… thank you, but I can’t accept this.” She gestured to the bag. “And I’m not comfortable with the attention. Especially the gifts. I’ve said this before, and I mean it – I’m not interested.”
Her voice didn’t waver. Not this time.
Polite. Firm. Clear.
Beckett’s smile twitched.
Not fully. Not obviously.
But it darkened.
For a second, Maya saw it.
Something twisted behind the mask.
He stepped forward, and Jamie stepped right between them.
“Maya… come on,” he said with a laugh that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m just being friendly.”
Jamie’s arms crossed tightly. “You’ve been ‘friendly’ enough.”
Beckett’s gaze flicked to him, then back to Maya. His voice dropped just slightly. “It’s just breakfast. No pressure.”
Maya shook her head. “No,” she said again, softer this time – but there was no room for argument.
Beckett’s jaw tightened. Just barely.
Something in his eyes shifted. Not rage. Not yet. But something darker. Quiet. Cold. Like rejection wasn’t something he was used to – and didn’t quite know how to process.
“Fine,” he said after a pause, slipping the rose into the side of the bag. “If that’s what you want.”
“It is,” Maya said quietly, keeping Jamie close.
“Then… see you around.”
He turned without another word and walked away.
Maya didn’t breathe until he was out of sight.
“Come on, May,” Jamie said flatly. “Let’s go.”
She looked at him – and saw it then.
His posture. His tone. His narrowed eyes.
Protecting her.
That cut deeper than anything Beckett could say.
Outside, the heat wrapped around them like a blanket. Maya exhaled, rubbed her temples.
“You okay?” Jamie asked.
“Yeah,” she lied.
“You want to go somewhere?” she offered softly.
Jamie looked up at her. “It’s your off day, right?”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.