Valerie barely cleared the doorway when she collided with Mark. She gave him the quick rundown of what was happening inside.
"Trust me, you don't wanna go in there right now. He needs space."
Mark grimaced, torn between duty and discretion. "But Mr. Sidney's flight boards in—"
The lounge door burst open. Ryan wheeled himself out, his face thunderous. "Quit gawking. Get over here and push."
His glare pinned Valerie in place. Not daring to disobey, she scrambled behind the wheelchair like a chastened puppy.
"Feeling any better?" she whispered.
"Eyes on the road," he snapped. "Remember last night's warning. Tammy's dangerous."
Valerie had seen Tammy's claws firsthand. What once seemed harmless now made her skin crawl.
"Got it. But what if she comes for me?"
Ryan paused just long enou
