Joanne wasn't left to her thoughts for long as the Land Rover carried her back home. Jeffrey was with her, and that was enough. The distant wail of sirens filled the air—too late, as always. But she couldn't blame them; they were out in the middle of nowhere.
Jeffrey insisted on taking her straight to the doctor, but her attention snapped to the sleek Rolls-Royce parked in her driveway.
"Philip Winchester is here?" she asked the suited men. They nodded.
Jeffrey's grip on her hand tightened. "Will you listen to me?" he said sharply. "Let's go to the hospital first."
Joanne hesitated. "I just need to check if I have something to serve him. It's lunchtime, and he won't eat if I don't—" She stopped when she saw Jeffrey's glare, his jaw clenched tight.
