She’d been anxiously pacing his room waiting for Griffin to return. Where was he, and who was that woman?Declan’s eyes opened. He blinked and struggled to sit forward.“Easy there.” She rushed to his side.“Hey, Finley,” he said groggily.“Hey, yourself.” She helped him to an upright position, propping pillows behind his back for support. “I can’t tell you how happy I am to see you awake.”He stretched, his movements stiff and punctuated. “How long have I been out?”“Just overnight.”“Overnight?” He lurched forward, and she braced a restraining hand on his shoulder.“Whoa there.”“What happened with the man? What have I missed?”Finley filled him in.“Tanner Shaw?” Griffin released her and took a step back. “We were led to believe you were dead.”She straightened the light blue scrubs she’d most likely pilfered. “That’s good. Hopefully the men hunting me believe that too.”“Perera’s men?”Relief eased the muscles pinched in her face. “So you know?”“I have a feeling we only know the tip of the iceberg.”“You’re working Marley’s case?”“Yes.”
