“Thank you.” Julian pulled his sandwich out of the fridge and sat his ass at the table.
“What did Bear have to say?” Jamie sat across from him and snagged one of Julian’s chips.
“Two becomes one, one becomes three. Bear knows the way, but Fox holds the key.”
“Chloe?”
“Possibly, since she had the same dream.” Julian took a bite of his sandwich and tried to ignore the stare Jamie was giving him.
“Since when does Bear speak to Chloe?”
“He doesn’t.” He took another bite and tried not to smile at the frustration on Jamie’s face.
“Then who did?”
“Fox.” He took a sip of coffee and arched a brow at Jamie. “Chloe’s different now.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t think she was that different.” Jamie got to his feet and began to pace, his expression going from friend to concerned doctor. “Will this affect her recovery?”
“Not that I’m aware of. But when I went to visit her last night she was more tired than she should be.”
“Hmm.” Jamie stroked his chin, his gaze distant. “I want to be kept apprised of her new abilities, even the dreaming. It could impact other areas of her recovery, especially if it drains her of energy.”
Julian nodded. “I’ll do my best, but if she doesn’t tell me there isn’t much I can do.”
“Agreed.” Jamie looked at his watch. “Think you’ll be ready in about ten minutes?”
He felt better already and he hadn’t finished half his sandwich. “Yup.”
“See you out there.”
Julian scarfed the rest of his sandwich and headed back to work, Bear’s words still bouncing around in his head. What the hell had he meant, and why had he given Julian the same riddle that Fox had given Chloe?
“Aw. How pretty.” Glory practically cooed at the glass vase sitting on the counter. The little white envelope dared Cyn to open it, but she refused to touch the damn thing. She kept her nose buried in the magazine she was reading, ignoring the two insane bitches cooing over dead vegetation.
Cyn snorted. What the hell was that moron thinking?
“They are pretty. Two dozen roses, mixed colors.” Tabby sighed. “Alex never sends me roses.”
“I don’t think Alex was the one who sent flowers to Cyn.” Glory waggled her eyebrows.
“If I remember my flower language correctly—” Tabby tapped the glass, “—red is for true love. Pink is admiration. Lavender is—”
“Frou-frou.” Cyn grimaced. “Flowers? At my age?”
“First off, Crabby Patsy, you’re only twenty-four. Second, what woman alive hates getting flowers?” Cyn opened her mouth to respond but Tabby cut her off by clearing her throat. “And lavender means love at first sight.”
Cyn clenched her jaw. Julian had to have guessed how she’d react to roses delivered at work, which meant he’d done it deliberately. She tried to ignore the girls as they continued discussing the flowers, but part of her couldn’t help but listen in.
“What does yellow mean? I thought they meant true love, but there aren’t any in the arrangement.” Out of the corner of her eye she saw Glory stroke one of the lavender roses, a wistful expression on her face. Maybe Ryan was getting to her more than she wanted to let on.
“Nope. Yellow is friendship, orange is passion.” Tabby tapped one blazing orange rose. “Which explains why they’re in here but the yellow aren’t.”
“Friends with benefits sounds nice.” Glory sniffed the orange rose. “But there are a lot more red and lavender ones than any other color.” Glory flipped her hair back over her shoulder. “Cyndi’s got a boyfriend!” she sang, grinning at Cyn.
Cyn flipped her off. Bitch knew how much she hated being called Cyndi.
“Oh, yes, I will read the note, thank you!”
Glory grabbed for it, but Cyn was fast, snatching it away from her at the last second. “Ha!”
Glory waved her hands. “Fine. Now you have to read it.”
Cyn held it like she was going to rip it in two. She wasn’t certain she’d have gone through with it, but Tabby was even quicker than she was. Tabby grabbed it and opened it, bursting into laughter. “What happened after you two went home last night?”
“Give me that.” Cyn took the note, biting her lip at the image of Share Bear. That stupid purple bear with two heart-shaped lollipops on its tummy grinned at her. The note said Thanks for sharing in the kind of neat, extremely precise handwriting only a sociopath could possess.
Goddamn it. Now she was going to like flowers. Son of a bitch.
“Let me see!” Glory took the note from her and frowned at it. “Huh? What the hell is that? It’s creepy.”
Cyn took the note back. “None of your business.” She took the card and the flowers back to her office, ignoring the idiots behind her. No way would she admit to them that she knew what the fuck a Care Bear was, let alone the name of one. She set the flowers where she could see them but wouldn’t accidentally knock them over.
The card, she tucked into her secret drawer, along with a photo of her mother and the first set of keys to Living Art.
After all, no one had to know she’d kept it, right?
“Well?”
“Well what?”
Julian suppressed his growl. “Did you like them?” He was weary to the bone, but he refused to give up a date night despite the emergency that had forced him to use his powers. The man would have died right in Jamie’s office if Julian hadn’t stepped in. Jamie was both appalled and grateful, but the patient had no clue how close to death he’d been.
Two more minutes. Just two more minutes and the aneurysm would have burst, and the resulting stroke would have killed him instantly. Jamie ordered the patient in for a round of tests and Julian to the break room until his hair and eyes returned to normal. Thank God it had been a shifter patient; a human would have run screaming from the room or declared the second coming.
“Like what?”
He pulled over. He was too tired to play the game tonight, damn it. “I’m sorry. Could you drive?”
“Jules?” Cyn put her hand on his forehead. “Are you sick?”
He stared at her.
“Bears catch colds like everyone else, right?”