Finnegan
Abigail Kellerman was too quiet and it drove me insane.
Hilarious, wasn't it?
Barely three months ago, her sharp tongue annoyed the fuck out of me, now my entire body itched for her to look at me. Just fucking look at me.
"Mr Wolfe?" A nurse walked into the waiting room, her white scrubs had a suspicious red stain on the side. "Dr Hale is ready to see you,"
Beside me, my assistant stiffened, gripping her bag strap tightly with pale knuckles. The color had drained out of her face completely, leaving her cornflower eyes too vivid against all that white skin.
She looked like she was going to be sick.
"If you're planning to pass out," I said dryly, "I'd appreciate it somewhere that isn't directly in my path."
Those blue eyes snapped to mine, flashing in anger and my chest tightened at the sight. There it is. "I'm fine, sir."
