“Something good?”
Whenever Garry contacted her, it was never without a very specific agenda.
Briony had long since learned not to get her hopes up when Garry mentioned “good news.”
Her voice was cool. “Just say what you want, Garry.”
“Dr. Joyner is with me.”
Briony’s breath caught. “Garry, this isn’t something to joke about. Don’t even try.”
“Do I seem like the type to joke about life and death?”
Garry heaved a theatrical sigh. “Seems like you really don’t trust me at all, Ms. Kensington.”
Briony’s heart pounded in her chest, her grip tightening around the phone. “Is Star really with you?”
“I have no reason to lie.”
Briony’s eyes stung, her voice trembling. “Is she… is she alright?”
“She’ll live, for now.” Garry paused, then added, “But if she doesn’t get brain surgery within a week, she may never wake up again.”
“Brain surgery…” Briony pressed a hand to her chest, struggling to breathe. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to stay calm. “Where is she? I want to see her.”
“Ms. Kensington, I didn’t call to play the hero.”
Briony hesitated, then said, “Name your terms, Garry. As long as Star comes back safe, I’ll agree to anything.”
“That’s what I like about you—smart and straightforward.” Garry’s tone turned sly, amusement curling in his voice. “Same condition as last time: marry me.”
“I haven’t even finalized my divorce from Stewart yet.” Briony’s tone was glacial. “If you can get him to agree to a divorce, I’ll do it.”
“No can do,” Garry replied. “If you’d agreed to work with me before, I’d have helped you out, but you passed. That was your chance. So, Ms. Kensington, sorry, this time you’re on your own.”
“And just so you know—you’ve got a week to get that divorce. After that, even if you’re willing to marry me, all I can give you back is a woman in a coma.”
“Garry!” Briony’s voice shook with anger. “You have no right to keep Star. How is this any different from kidnapping?”
“There’s a world of difference,” Garry replied lazily. “I found Dr. Joyner by chance. She was unconscious—I brought her back and got her medical help. What’s wrong with that?”
“We’ve already notified the police,” Briony said, fighting to keep her fury in check. “If you refuse to let her go, they’ll intervene.”
“Well, that’s unfortunate for you.” Garry chuckled softly. “I’m in Westenmar now. Even if the police want to get involved, it’s a whole process—international investigations take time. You think your friend has that long?”
Briony’s brow furrowed. “You took Star to Westenmar? Garry, I’m starting to think you’re the one who kidnapped her!”
“Seems like you’re not interested in working with me at all. That’s a shame, but I get it—partnerships can’t be forced.”
Garry sighed. “So, that’s that.”
He hung up without another word.
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