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.

so it's not a big deal. Just feeling a bit off walking for a couple of

his wrist-clean, with no sign of

mentioning that Fanny often custom-

wear one all the time, leaving a mark on

test the waters.

turned and nearly jumped out of his seat when he saw Sylvia so close. "Whoa, what's with

got really

reached out to touch Chris's wrist, curious if he had rubbed something

make contact, her wheelchair was pulled

his tea moments ago, now standing behind her, hand firmly on the wheelchair

forward but it wouldn't budge, so she gave up with

were serious, "He never

"Yeah, I don't like wearing them. I'm in surgery sometimes, and taking them on

watches aren't

they might get

at his unmarked

have

the hospital staff couldn't have

another doctor call out "Dr.

"Why the sudden interest in