Predatory Game (GhostWalkers, #6)(30)

“Just the opposite. I’m going to persuade her she needs to make an honest man out of you.”

Jess flashed a quick smile at his sister. “I’ll love you forever if you manage to convince her.”

“You’ll love me forever anyway,” Patsy said.

He pushed himself out of the room, hearing Saber urging Patsy to go for a quick checkup, even if it was just to her own doctor, “just in case.”

Jess entered his office, upset over Patsy’s supposed accident. Coincidences were piling up and they were beginning to strain the bounds of credibility. And Saber, well, she was just acting weird.

He had a meeting with Lily and Eric about the bionics and he wasn’t looking forward to it. By now the therapy, visualization, and drugs should have been working, but he still couldn’t walk. He didn’t need to be wasting his time with doctors who weren’t doing him any good.

Something was wrong with Saber and he was terrified she was on the verge of pulling a vanishing act. If she took off, he’d never find her. And that scared the holy crap out of him.

Lily and Eric were both waiting, greeting him from their respective monitors. “How are you feeling?” Lily asked.

“Like I can’t walk,” Jess replied, an edge to his voice. “Hell, you used enough iguana and lizard DNA to turn me into a reptile. I thought it would regenerate the cells with or without the drugs you’re pumping into me.”

“You have to have patience, Jess,” Eric said. “We told you, this course of treatment has never been tried on a human. The theory is sound and it worked on a few lab animals but we didn’t have time to even perfect that.”

“A few lab animals,” Jess echoed. “That’s great. Just great. If my tongue starts to grow and I suddenly develop a taste for flies, you’ll tell the others why, won’t you?”

Lily passed a hand over the mound of her stomach. She looked like she had swallowed a basketball. “I know you’re upset, Jess. But this will work. We just have to give it a little time. Are you still having trouble with bleeding?”

He shrugged. “Sometimes.”

“And you’re not overdoing it? You only do your therapy when you have someone with you, right?” Eric said.

Rather than lie Jess scowled at them. “I’m beginning to think neither one of you really knew what you were doing when you talked me into this.”

“I told you it was highly experimental,” Eric pointed out. “When I said it had never been tried, I meant it had never been tried.”

Lily leaned forward. “I’m working on it, Jess. You know I’ll keep going until I get it right. Your body hasn’t rejected the bionics, and that’s the biggest hurdle. We just haven’t yet managed to get them hooked into your brain. If worse comes to worst, we can go back to the power pack idea.”

“Which gives me a few hours and then I’m back in the chair, still a liability if I’m on a mission.”

“So you really want to go back into the field,” Eric asked.

“Of course.” But he was no longer so certain. He didn’t want to leave Saber behind. “Look, there’s nothing new you’re telling me. I’m going to sign off now and get some other things done.”

Lily nodded. “We’ll figure this out, Jess.”

He lifted a hand at both of them, inexplicably angry with them and with himself. He had agreed to the surgery. Neither had lied to him about the possibility that it wouldn’t work, but he had been so certain. Iguanas and lizards regenerated tails, why not find a way to regenerate his damaged nerves so his bionics would be directed by his brain, just as if his legs were all his?

He needed Saber. He needed to hold her. To be with her. To just breathe clean fresh air and forget that he might not walk again after his hopes had been raised. He went looking for Saber because she was the one person who soothed him when he was ready to explode with frustration or anger. She was in the kitchen putting dishes away.

“Is Patsy gone?” Jess asked.

Saber nodded. “A little while ago. I tried to get her to go to the hospital and get checked out, and I really think you should call her and try to persuade her. Sometimes things show up later. She shouldn’t take any chances.”

“Patsy’s stubborn. Maybe if she wakes up tomorrow and hurts like hell, she’ll go.”

Saber pressed her lips together to keep from insisting. “Are you all right? You look upset. If you’re worried about Patsy, I still think you should have a doctor check her out and then hire security—a bodyguard, someone to keep an eye on her.”

Jess had already planned to do just that. In fact, he was going to make a few phone calls. He was feeling restless.

He dragged both hands through his hair. “I’m feeling cooped up. Let’s get the hell out of here and go on a picnic.”

Her eyebrow shot up. “A picnic?”

“Yeah, a picnic. You know, blanket on the ground—”

“Cold ground,” she interrupted.

“Blanket on the cold ground,” he repeated. “Wicker basket loaded with goodies especially prepared for outdoor dining. You know—picnic.”

“I know what a picnic is, Jesse, I just don’t understand your sudden urge to go on one, especially now when nature is about to dump a ton of snow on us.”