Seducing My Ex’s Father In Law novel Chapter 522

“Were you really a nurse?” I found myself asking as I took a sip of the scotch I ordered.

“I was registered and trained to make it look convincing on paper, but no,” she confessed. “There were other spies that I worked with at the hospital, so it made it easy to take root there.”

I had uncovered many spies throughout the years, and as she said, most of them were doctors, nurses, and even the mortician at the hospital. It was no wonder it was easy for her to fake her own death.

“Well, regardless, you were a huge help today,” I told her, lifting my glass to clink hers. “So, thank you.”

She smiled at the compliment, the rim of her glass clinking against mine as she took a sip. Her eyes followed my every moment as I took a sip, the scotch making my insides warmer than they’d been before.

I cleared my throat and set the glass down.

“Once one of my gammas gets back to me, we’ll get out of here,” I told her.

She gave me a sly smile as she sipped her drink.

“Or we could always get a hotel for the night and just stay here,” she teased, nudging me.

The thought of staying the night in a hotel with her left my stomach in a knot. Not in a nervous fluttering kind of way, but almost unsettled.

I took another sip of the scotch, the liquor leaving a slight burn in my throat. I furrowed my brows as my vision became hazy.

Was I getting drunk?

It took a lot for me to get drunk, and I’ve only had a few drinks this evening, so that wasn’t likely.

“One of my gammas will get back to me soon enough,” I assured her.

She looked almost disappointed by my statement, but then gave me a curious look.

“Are you feeling okay?” She asked.

“Is it getting hot in here?” I asked, suddenly feeling as if there wasn’t enough air in the room. It was incredibly hot; was I the only one suffering?

“I don’t think so,” she said, reaching out and touching my cheek.

“Need some water?” He asked, watching me carefully.

“I need a favor,” my words came out slurred, and I could barely register the man standing in front of me. “Give me… paper and… pen.” I took deep breaths between each word I spoke.

He nodded and reached for a piece of paper and pen, sliding it in front of me.

I wrote out a name and then a phone number.

“Call this person. Tell them Gavin Landry is in trouble, and they need to get here as soon as possible,” I told him, just as darkness started to cloud me.

“Sure,” he said as he grabbed the phone that hung on the wall behind him.

I rested my head on the counter as a pounding headache surfaced at my temple; heat consumed my body, making me feel as if I was on fire, and the entirety of the room spun.

The last thing I heard was the bartender speaking into the phone, “Hello, is this Judy Montague?”