Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

Chapter 242

"A prescription over a thousand? No way!"

Chris and Bridget were hanging out, both sporting leather jackets emblazoned with logos of a professional racing team.

Bridget had done her homework. She'd gone online to dig up some info.

Maybe she got the logo wrong, because she couldn't find any team tied to Chris.

What she did find, though, were loads of standards for professional racers.

Amateur bikers have fewer restrictions, but professional racers are held to some seriously strict standards, one of which is perfect vision.

Someone with a prescription that high couldn't possibly be a pro racer.

Sylvia was having a hard time figuring out what was real. Could Chris be pulling the wool over her eyes?

She pondered this for a few seconds, then looked up at Chris just as he was turning to look at some X-rays, giving her a clear view through his glasses.

Looking through those lenses made Sylvia's head spin.

Chris would have a tough time faking something like that.

Plus, Rupert didn't bat an eye at Chris wearing glasses, so it seemed legit that he was nearsighted.

on the images, pointing to a spot, "See here? No bone damage, so it's not

gaze, catching sight of his wrist-clean, with

Fanny often custom- made watches

Chris really loved watches, he'd likely wear one all the time, leaving a mark

test the waters. She wheeled

out of his seat when he saw Sylvia so close. "Whoa, what's with the sudden

just noticed, Dr. Lennon, you've got really nice wrists. They'd

said this, Sylvia reached out to touch Chris's wrist,

she could make contact, her wheelchair

turned sharply to see Rupert, who had been quietly sipping his tea moments ago, now standing behind her, hand firmly on the wheelchair

wouldn't budge,

were serious, "He never wears

in surgery

aren't cheap. If

one, they might get

at his unmarked wrist,

have made a

had, the hospital

another doctor

"Why the sudden interest