Chapter Ten
Every time Destiny thought she’d made up her mind, something changed. She was sure it was Jaxon, then she’d talk to Parker and was sure it was him. But then she’d see Jaxon again and change her mind all over. She was sitting at work, reviewing texts and messages she’d exchanged with them both, trying to see if that helped her settle on any feeling. She looked up when the door opened and saw Parker standing there, holding flowers.
She exclaimed and dashed around the desk to hug him. “You brought me flowers!”
“I thought it might cheer up your workspace.”
She grinned and reached over the desk to set them by her computer. When she looked up, she saw Michelle peeking around the corner. When Destiny saw her, she vanished.
She turned back to Parker with a sad face. “Michelle just saw us.”
“Is that going to be a problem? I can wait in the car.”
“No, I’m almost done. Let me just finish up one thing.” She kissed him, then returned to her seat to close the projects she was working on, including the tab of the Wild Hearts messages she had been rereading.
“Are you being helped, sir?”
Destiny spun at the sound of Caleb’s voice behind her. The lawyers never came out to help clients in the reception area. They were always called, then came up to meet them. She glanced at Parker, then turned to Caleb.
“He’s just waiting for me to finish up,” she said.
“You know we don’t allow special visitors during working hours,” Caleb said.
“Special?” Parker asked. He stood up straight and fell into a slightly defensive stance.
Uh oh. This could be bad.
“Boyfriends, I mean.” Caleb gave him a patronizing smile.
“I thought for a second you meant shifters. You wouldn’t have a problem with that now, would you?”
“Well, we don’t allow animals in the building.”
Destiny tried to breathe slow to keep herself calm. But the rage was already trying to break free. She shut down her computer, grabbed her purse and stood.
“We were just leaving anyway,” she said.
Then Joshua came out from the back office and stood beside his brother. “What’s the problem, here?”
“No problem,” Destiny said, then, with a challenging look at Caleb. “Right?”
“This is Destiny’s bear friend—I mean, boyfriend,” Caleb said.
She went to Parker’s side and set her feet. They better let this go fast or someone was going to get hurt.
Joshua nodded. “Guess we’ll have to call the game control to get the wild animals out of the office.”
“You think that’s cute?” Parker asked. “Do you know anything about shifters or even bears in general?”
“I know they taste good when you cook them right,” Joshua said, narrowing his eyes.
“I would think lawyers would have more knowledge on the prejudice laws. You know, the ones that say you can’t discriminate against other races or species or it’s a hate crime.”
“People eat bear meat all the time,” Caleb said. “Didn’t you know?”
“Like that’s what you meant,” Destiny said.
“What else could I have possibly meant?” Joshua asked.
“What exactly is your problem with shifters?” Parker asked. “I genuinely want to know. Are you afraid? Curious? Think we’re strange or dangerous somehow?”
Caleb huffed. “You’re all a danger to society and should be kept in cages. All you hear about is shifter attacks.”
“You must watch a different news than I do then,” Parker said. “Because all I see is humans attacking each other and shifters. With guns, knives, fists, words.”
Caleb shifted his weight but said nothing.
“We’re in complete control when we shift. I might be stronger and faster as a bear, but I’m not going to hurt anyone I wouldn’t hurt in human form.”
“Unless you get mad enough to turn brutal,” Joshua said.
“That doesn’t happen,” Parker said. “Let me know show you what a shifter is really like.” In a matter of seconds, he had pulled off his shirt and slipped out of his pants and shoes, then changed.
Destiny was impressed at his speed. But then, he’d had years to perfect it.
Parker sat in the reception area in bear form, looking at them. The Greene’s shared glances, both looking horrified. Destiny petted behind his ear and rubbed her shoulder against him.
“He’s perfectly tame and gentle,” Destiny said. “Nothing like a wild bear. And you’ve both pissed him off, so you’d know if he weren’t capable of controlling himself while mad.”
They exchanged looks again and Parker shifted back, then dressed quickly. “It’s usually better once you’ve seen it. You know that we’re no more a danger than any other human with a weapon.”
The lawyers stared in silence for a moment, then a collection of whispers at the edge of the office caught their attention.
Joshua spoke first. “I’ll admit I’ve never seen that before.”
“It did seem very… calm,” Caleb added.
“I know we’re different,” Parker said. “And that can cause people to be uncomfortable. But there’s no reason to be cruel to Destiny because of it. She’s showing her compassion and ability to see past race and species. I’d think that would be a valuable asset in an employee. Unless you value things like racism, sexism, and specism.”
“No, we don’t,” Caleb said. “And you’ve made your point.”
“I hope so.”
“We better get back to that deposition,” Joshua said.
“Right,” Caleb said. “Nice to meet you… what was it?”
“Parker.” He stepped forward to shake his hand. “Parker Hartman.”
Caleb shook his hand, then Joshua did and nodded to him before leaving the reception area.
Destiny grinned at Parker. “That was very impressive. And effective.” She pressed her mouth to his. “Now let’s get out of here.”
They walked out of the building, and Parker took her hand as they passed the rows of cars. “I hope things get better for you now.”
“Me too.”
Destiny turned to kiss him, but a movement by one of the cars caught her eye. A man stood up from between two cars and rushed at them.
She saw the glint of metal in his hand and cried out, “Parker!”
He turned, but not fast enough. The man reached them and she heard the sick sucking sound of the knife being pulled out of Parker’s gut. He stumbled back, holding his stomach, then fell to the ground. Before he could land on his knees, his clothing exploded around him and he was on all fours in bear form.
Destiny was in such shock that he’d been stabbed, she didn’t even see that the man was running at her. Parker jumped up and pushed him out of the way, knocking the man to the hard cement.
Parker whacked the man with his paw and he grunted like he’d been punched. Parker kicked him, then swiped at him, tearing the front of his shirt and sending trickles of blood to the ground.
The man pushed himself to his feet, clutching his chest, and took off at a loping run. He vanished out of sight and Destiny ran to Parker.
“Are you okay? We need to get you to the hospital!”
She picked up her purse from where it’d fallen beside her. Parker shifted back, and leaned against her, naked and human.
Her mind was super focused on the next thing she needed to do. Get him in the car. He has to be in the car to get to the hospital.
She helped him slide in the back seat, then pressed hard on the gas. Turn left at this light, then it’s a quick right. She kept her eyes on the road, watching for cars and people and anything that might get in her way. She ignored the sounds of agony coming from the backseat. If she let her mind go there for even a second, the panic welled in her chest and fogged her brain.
She pulled up to the doors of the ER and left the car running as she ran inside to get a nurse and a wheelchair. They got him into the wheelchair and she parked the car in the first spot she saw, then ran at full speed back to the ER waiting room. Parker was sitting in the chair, talking to someone behind a desk in grunts and stilted words.
“What’s going on? Why aren’t you helping him?” Destiny said, looking around frantically at the stares they were receiving.
“I don’t know that we can do much,” the nurse behind the desk said. “We don’t usually treat shifters here.”
“What?” Her words came out like a shocking accusation. Here, at the hospital, where they were supposed to get the help they needed, even here, they were facing discrimination.
“Shifters’ bodies are different than humans,” the nurse said. “They require special care.”
“It’s just a stab wound! He needs stitches!”
Destiny couldn’t sit there watching any longer. She took off running. She passed the nurse’s desk, despite the voices calling to her, telling her she couldn’t go down the hall she was now charging down. She saw a woman in scrubs and ran to her.
“Do you have a problem with shifters?” Destiny demanded.
“With what?”
“Shifters?”
The woman looked around, horrified. “Is there one loose?”
Destiny pushed her out of the way and continued. She saw a doctor and nurse wearing pink scrubs up ahead and ran at them.
“Whoa, slow down,” the doctor said.
“Do you have a problem with shifters?” Destiny asked.
“They require special care,” the doctor said.
Destiny looked at the other nurse. The nurse said, “My brother is a shifter. He’s adopted, obviously, but I certainly have no problem with him.”
Destiny grabbed the woman’s hand and pulled her back, ignoring her protests and questions, to where Parker waited. “He’s been stabbed and they won’t help him.”
The nurse looked at the other nurse behind the desk, then at Parker. “He’s got a deep penetrating trauma. You need to get him to a trauma room now!”
The nurse behind the desk didn’t move. “We don’t have anyone to treat him.”
The nurse in pink shook her head. She pushed the wheelchair through a set of double doors and glanced in a room. “Here. Help me.”
They got Parker onto the table and the nurse pulled off his shirt. She started rifling through the supplies in the cabinets.
“Don’t you know where things are?” Destiny asked, panicking fully now that Parker looked so pale and this nurse seemed clueless.
“I’m a maternity nurse, not an ER nurse! This isn’t my department.” She pulled out a bottle of some brown liquid and squirted it on Parker’s stomach.
She worked hard, taking his vital signs, injecting him with things, putting pressure on the wound. The bleeding slowed, and she got his wound wrapped. Some of his color started to come back.
The nurse wiped the sweat from her forehead. “He’ll heal fast. We got it cleaned and that’s the most important thing so that infection doesn’t set in.” She handed Destiny a bottle of pills. “These are antibiotics so he doesn’t get an infection. Have him take one a day until they’re gone. I would take him home now.”
“Now? He doesn’t need to stay?”
“What I’ve just done might cost me my job. It’ll be better if you’re not here, and trust me, he’ll be fine tomorrow.”
Destiny threw her arms around her in a tight hug. “Thank you.”
“Don’t take him out through the ER.”
Destiny nodded and slid herself under Parker’s arm as the nurse left the room. She helped him along, but already he did seem a little better. They got many strange and nasty looks, but once she got him outside of the hospital, she went to get the car and then helped him in.