“Getting coffee,” she snapped, trying to look around him. “Why are you sitting with Grant’s crazy wife? How did she even get out of the house?” She reached into her purse for her phone.

“I’m calling Grant. The nurses must be panicking.”

“Don’t,” Lucas said, his hand shooting out to grab her wrist. Not gently.

Vanessa startled. “Excuse me?”

“I said don’t call him.” His eyes were dark. He glanced back at me, a silent message passing between us. Go. “We were just talking about Apex Holdings,” he said, low enough that only we could hear.

“About how I’m the registered agent. About what happens if the IRS audits the accounts.”