Page 11 of Intense (Beneath The Blaze #3)

STEPHANIE

I ’m on my second glass of wine, and nothing is calming me down.

What if they didn’t get rid of the CCTV?

What if they kept copies to keep blackmailing me with?

God, I feel sick. I check my phone. Still nothing from the blackmailers. But, I’m still alive.

And the wine isn’t helping me either.

All different scenarios play out in my head. Most end with me bleeding out in bed while I sleep. With people like this, I doubt it matters that I’ve locked my door. Or that I even have security.

At the end of the day, I’m still a woman on her own.

Flicking back onto the news channel, I watch it on loop.

Unsure what I’m expecting to flash up—his mug shot? I bet even that would be sexy.

Surely a top surgeon being arrested for murdering his patient in the hospital would make the news.

It’s been hours. I’ve even checked my emails. Nothing to say he’s been suspended.

Something isn’t right.

I should be celebrating his departure.

But this nagging feeling inside tells me this isn’t the last time I’ll see Dr. Quinn.

I pull the blanket over my legs and knock back the rest of my wine.

All I can picture is his stone-cold face as he was escorted out of the building.

And all I can feel inside is fucking dread.

If I’m not careful, I’m going to land myself in a cell next to my parents.

Or perhaps one right next to my boss. I suppose that’s better than in a grave.