PART TWO
"What?" I asked, not liking the tone of her voice at all.
"That's one of my co-workers…you've heard me talk about him. Nigel."
"Uh-oh."
"Here, help me drag him back to Garrett's office. We'll put him on the couch till he wakes up." Jordan bent down and grabbed Nigel under the arms, I grabbed his feet and we struggled to get him where Jordan wanted him. She found a pillow and propped it under his head. "There."
We got back to work on the autopsy reports, and I grudgingly cooperated when she asked for more help, this time with micro-dictations. Before I knew it, daylight was creeping into the office and people began arriving. Jordan heard voices in the hall and jumped up, heading for the door. "Watch Nigel, would you? I have to go stall Garret." With that, she was out the door, and I heard her very obvious fake cheerfulness directed at her boss.
The door closed softly behind her and I heard Nigel groan as he began to stir his way back toward consciousness. I leaned over him and asked softly "Are you all right?"
When his eyes opened, I was truly and totally shocked. Literally. Our eyes locked and I felt a lightning shock thread its way between us. I might have seen it, too, if I hadn't been totally spellbound by the bottomless brown eyes I was currently gazing into. "Who are you?" Nigel asked me, his voice betraying his own surprise at the situation.
"I'm Rhiannon, Jordan's cousin," I replied. "How are you feeling?"
"Like bloody hell," he replied, groaning and trying to sit up.