âJulia.â His voice was gravelly.
âYeah?â
âIf for some reason I donât come back from that op tomorrow â¦â
Panic constricted her heart. âHey, donât say that. Youâre not going to get blown up, damn it.â
âI know.â Sebastian paused. âAt least I hope not.â Another pause. âBut just humor me, okay? If I donât come back, thereâs something I need you to know.â
Unsettled, she moved onto her side and studied his profile. She couldnât decipher the strange expression on his face, and that only troubled her more. âWhat is it?â she asked.
After a long moment of hesitation, he breathed in deep, then exhaled in a fast rush. âIf I could offer you more than a casual affair, I would.â
Surprise lifted her eyebrows. Okay. Well, she hadnât been expecting that.
But he wasnât done surprising her.
Sebastian sighed. âIâm not making any sense, am I? I ⦠Iâm cursed, Julia. I canât love you. Do you understand?â
The Hunted: A band of brothers out for justice ⦠and love.
âAre you lost, Blondie?â
Sebastian Stone killed the engine of the Jeep and glanced over his shoulder, ready to work the charm on the female whose tone had been more mocking than welcoming. But when said female strode up to the driverâs side, the flirty remark died in his throat. The girl couldnât have been older than fourteen or fifteen, which rendered any flirtatious exchanges absolutely inappropriate.
Still, he couldnât resist a little mocking jab of his own. âActually, kiddo, Iâm right where Iâm supposed to be.â
He knew no self-respecting teenage girl would respond well to being called kiddo, and sure enough, he got the reaction heâd expected. The girlâs brown eyes flashed with indignation, and her mocha-colored cheeks took on a reddish hue.
Shooting him a sinister look, she crossed her arms over her chest. âSeriously, dude, what are you doing here?â
Sebastian hopped out of the Jeep and nodded at the ramshackle brick building twenty feet away. âI have an appointment with Dr. Davenport.â
Those dark eyes narrowed. âAre you a patient?â
He cocked a brow. âNo. Are you?â
âNo.â She huffed out an annoyed breath. âFine. Come on, Iâll take you to Julia.â
âHow gracious of you, Miss â¦â He waited for her to fill in the rest.
âSimone,â she said grudgingly.
âPleasure to meet you, Simone. Iâm Sebastian.â
Grabbing his canvas messenger bag from the backseat, he trailed after the teenager, who, despite the sweltering heat, was surprisingly energetic as she led him toward the covered porch of the clinic.
It was a disgustingly hot day, and the sun had been beating down on Sebastianâs head during the entire drive over here, bringing beads of sweat to his forehead and making his threadbare T-shirt stick to his chest. Eventually heâd taken off the shirt and made the rest of the drive shirtless, drawing uneasy glances from several of the local women heâd passed on the side of the road.
The folks around here werenât used to seeing strangers in cars roaming the area. Valero was one of the poorer towns in San Marquez, just a small settlement at the base of the mountain. Lush greenery, rocky slopes and an abundance of tangled shrubbery marked the landscape, with gravel and dirt roads winding their way through the terrain like unwanted intruders. With a population of barely a thousand, the town of Valero was nothing more than dilapidated brick houses scattered about, isolated farms, a surprisingly busy marketplace and this Doctors International clinic located on the outskirts of town.
âJuliaâs in the back,â Simone said as they stepped through the paint-chipped double doors at the buildingâs entrance.
The girl stuck to a brisk pace, but Sebastian still had enough time to scope out his surroundings as they ventured deeper into the medical facility. Although Doctors International specialized in visiting areas in dire need of medical care, setting up makeshift hospitals and then packing up and moving on, the organization did have some permanent clinics in place all over the globe. This was one of them, and Sebastian noted that the operation they had going here was professional and efficient.
The hallways were dimly lit but clean. The waiting room he and Simone passed was small and cramped, but offered rows of plastic chairs and toys for the children waiting with their parents. Because the building was L-shaped, they had to take a sharp left and ended up striding down another long hallway. This one featured several closed doors, most likely exam rooms. Through a pair of swinging doors with small square windows, Sebastian glimpsed a large room containing dozens of hospital beds.