INT. - SILVER CITY MORGUE - DAY
Ray was more than a little tired of sending Robert out on errands while she waited for this wanker to come back to life. She prodded Jordan with one finger, irritation pulling her eyebrows together. It didn't help Kinsey hovered with concern on her sweet face.
Concern was highly overrated when it came to Jordan Michaels.
"Fetch me a cuppa, will you, darling?" Ray gestured toward her office. "I just put a pot on before Gerri brought him in here." He was bound to wake up any moment if she was a judge of reconstructed flesh. She'd seen him come back to life before, figured he was close enough if she could distract Kinsey, she'd get a moment alone with him.
The blonde looked petulant a moment, before smiling. "Sure, Ray. Thanks for taking care of him." Oh, if only Kinsey knew. Ray had every intention of taking care of him.