Dr Loma paced around the Hotel suite where she was being held, checking her watch at intervals. She had been there for almost twenty-four hours already and although it had been nice at first to be in such a deluxe environment, the thrill had steadily begun to fade.
Where was Callan? Why was he not here yet? Was he perhaps keeping her here this way because he heard she was posing to be his special person and was mad at her?
Her head snapped up when the door opened and the man who had brought her to the hotel walked in.
"I can't remain here this way. I've been wasting my time here for hours without so much as an explanation. I need to get back to the hospital before my next shift. I'll be taking my leave now," she said, heading for the door.
"I'm very sorry for the inconvenience. There has been some unforeseen circumstances. And I'll need your assistance," he said apologetically.
"What assistance?" She asked with a slight frown.
