Free Broken: Hidden Book Two by Colleen Vanderlinden Page B

is the Angel,” I said.
    “Yes. How may I help you, Angel?”
    I explained about Anastasia’s mother. There was silence at the other end.
    “I know you are a busy man, doctor. I would see it as a personal favor to me, if you made the time to come here and see the woman.”
    “It would be an honor to assist you in this. My schedule is fairly light on Friday. I’ll have my secretary re-schedule my appointments, and I’ll be there early in the morning.”
    I thanked the doctor, handed the phone to Anastasia so she could hammer out the details with him. She hung up, beaming.
    “I….thank you so much for that. I can’t believe he’s coming here!” she was smiling, and crying, and the emotions coming from her were overwhelming.
    I shook my head. “I’m glad I could help. I hope he’s able to help with your mother.”
    “Like I said…if you need ANYTHING from my pack, EVER, you have it,” she said.
    I smiled. “Thank you. Please let me know how it all goes.”
    She nodded. I got up, and so did she. We shook hands again, and I saw her out into the loft. Brennan was sitting at the kitchen counter, and I felt her desire spike a little when she saw him.
    Shit.
    Brennan stood up and walked her to the door. She chit-chatted with him. Part of me wanted to stay and be nosy. Part of me wanted no part of watching this gorgeous, charming woman work her magic on Brennan. Even if she was perfect for him.
    That part won out. I grabbed a muffin, headed to my office, and closed the door behind me. I could still feel her in the loft.
    She was taking her sweet-ass time about leaving.
    I tried to shrug off the annoyance, the sense of ownership that I didn’t realize I’d had toward Brennan. Wasn’t this what I told him I wanted for him? A gorgeous shifter who adored him? There she was.
    I kind of despised her.
    And that was so messed up I didn’t even want to think about it.
    After what felt like an eternity, I felt her leave. I shoved the rest of the muffin into my mouth and started flipping through that day’s newspaper. I could just read it online, but Stone preferred paper, so we always got it that way. It also gave me something to look at for when Brennan made his way back into my office. He sat in one of the chairs opposite me and I kept my eyes on the paper.
    “She told me what you did for her mom. That was amazing, Molly,” he said.
    “I didn’t do anything. I made a phone call. Besides, the Grosse Pointe shifters are one of the most powerful packs in the area. They’re good allies to have.”
    I could feel his eyes on me. “She asked me if I wanted to go to this dinner thing they’re having tonight.”
    I tried not to have any visible reaction. I was good at that, at least. I could feel rage bubbling under the surface, a weight pressing on my chest making it hard to breathe. What the ever-loving hell was wrong with me?
    “That’s nice,” I finally managed, as noncommittally as I could.
    “So, do you think I should go?” he asked. I sensed for him then. The usual. Warmth, longing. I wondered now, though, if that longing was for me, this time. Better for him, if it wasn’t.
    “You don’t need to ask me for permission to go out, Brennan,” I said.
    “I’m not asking permission. I’m asking if it’s all right with you,” he answered.
    I shrugged. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
    I felt some irritation from him.
    “What? Do you want to go? Then go! What are you asking me for?”
    I got up and walked out of the office. He followed me out and I could tell he was annoyed, too.
    “I don’t really especially want to go, no. She said it would be a big deal to her pack if I showed up at this dinner thing they’re having for her brother. Why are you getting pissed off at me about it?”
    “I’m not pissed off at you,” I said. “Do what you want.” I pulled my shoes on and headed for the door.
    “Where are you going?”
    “To do things. It’s what I do. I sit here all day and talk and talk and talk, and