“Who was talking about a pup?” I asked. I raised my eyebrows high, trying to look confused. His fists were clenched and he was leaning forward on the balls of his feet. He looked angry and terrified in equal measure.
The doctor nodded to me and made a few notes on his clipboard. I was grateful he seemed to realize that I didn’t want Hunter to know what he’d been telling me. He remained silent and slipped out of the room.
I was pretty sure my tone was casual and confused enough to throw Hunter off the scent. But I wasn’t about to take a chance or let him ask a follow-up question.
“You must have misheard, I guess. Anyway, how are Maya’s injuries?”
If anything would distract him, that would.
It worked perfectly.
“She’s okay. Her injuries were minor. She was badly frightened, thoug
