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after this call. “When will you be in Ireland, next?”
    “As a matter of fact, my plane landed two hours ago. I take it you’re here as well?”
    “I am.” She adjusted herself on the bed to grab her cup of water. Taking a sip she washed down the sensation of swimming with an alligator, in over her head with this one. “If possible, could you meet me in St. Mary’s hospital? I'll give you directions.”
    He cut her off, “St. Mary's...on the Westside?”
    “Yes,” she agreed taking a breath; this meeting was probably the most important as far as clearing her and Jonathan's name, business and personally.
    “You sound distracted, Kenya. Is everything okay? Has something happened?”
    “I’ll inform you when you get here say,” eyeing her watch face, “ten am on Thursday?”
    “Where shall I find you?”
    Where could they meet to avoid Brian's goons? She suspects they were lurking in the corridors and hallways.Then it dawned on her.“David, in the restaurant in the states, you'd mentioned you're familiar with Jamie Blakemore of the Ireland Blakemore's, correct?”
    “I am,” he voiced questioning her knowledge of Jamie.
    “Perfect. I'll ask that he meet you down in the radiology waiting room.” She had to get him back to the hospital.
    “Blakemore?” he questioned then gave a low whistle over the line. “Mr. Blakemore came to his senses and hired you on?”
    Behind a deep inhale, Kenya tried not to let David’s star struck rapid breathing bother her. She let her attention follow the soft lines of the horizon out the window. Spring would wake up the beautiful flowers at the estate along with the sweet roses Jonathan picked from Gretchen’s garden. To think he’d asked her for four days when he gave her those flowers. Here she sat months later, pregnant with his child and setting up backroom meetings to spring him from jail.
    “Kenya...Ms. Claiborne are you there?”
    “Yes,” She answered distracted. “Can you make it, Mr. Spencer?”
    Shifting on the bed, she waited for his response.
    “I’ll see you at four, Ms. Claiborne...Kenya.” She'd wait until he arrived to tell him she was a Blakemore. She had to be certain he was on their side first.
    Feeling tired, Kenya gave in to the sleep pushing at her and rested back against the thick pillows. The sheets rustled as she got comfortable thinking of her husband. What was Jonathan going through at the police station?

Chapter Two
    Jonathan stalked into the police station, angered, hands cuffed behind his back, his mind spinning. Outside of the family and a small amount of hospital staff, who else knew Kenya was in Ireland and at the hospital?
    The stale scent of the precinct pulled him to the present with Jamie at his side. Jonathan could feel the eight sets of eyes trained on them from the people filling the hard plastic chairs in the lobby. He didn’t look at their faces, but was certain they knew they were Blakemore’s, and their arrests would become Ireland’s next biggest headline news.
    They crossed the dingy room and dull gray tiled floors to the six-foot high registration desk. The clerk looked down through the scratched and marred Plexiglas panel giving him a skeptical look.
    “Mr. Blakemore...” Jonathan tipped his chin up viewing the many cameras poking out of the ceiling taking pictures of his every move.
    “Sergeant Claymore.”
    The tall man’s forehead nearly touched the barrier when he leaned forward shaking his head. “I heard there was a shooting at St. Mary's Hospital, but couldn't believe when the report came in that you two were the suspected shooter's. I thought they had the wrong Blakemore's,” he said in a hurried thick accent.
    No, they only had one name wrong, Jamie’s. “Has my lawyer, Mr. Hines, arrived?”
    “No,” he said gesturing to a putty gray door off to the right of the lobby. A buzzer shrilled and the officer at his back pulled the door open. “You can wait in here.”
    “Sgt. I was the one to shoot