Mark Taylor Omnibus (The Mark Taylor Series) by McDonald M.P

Author:McDonald, M.P. [McDonald, M.P.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2012-10-31T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

The Chicago cityscape slid by in a blur but Mark didn't notice. His mind wandered back to the time he'd spent with the Palmers. Their home, even with the mess created by moving, was comfortable and inviting. It was the kind of home he'd always imagined he would have one day. A home filled with love and laughter and kids. At least a couple of them. And a dog. Gotta have a dog. He shifted on the hard train seat in an attempt to ease the discomfort in his back. When he thought of the reason for the soreness, he smiled. Thomas's face, with his big eyes and mop of sun-streaked hair, popped into his mind. A little stiffness was a small price to pay.

"Polk Street!"

The announcement pulled Mark from his reverie, and he stood and headed for the doors. Several other passengers also prepared to exit and he noticed a few studying him curiously. He zipped his jacket higher and turned up his collar in hopes that it would conceal a bit of his face. He'd tried on a baseball cap, intending to use that to help hide his identity, but the edge of it rested right on the place he'd received his stitches and he couldn't tolerate the irritation. Maybe he should have worn sunglasses. He glanced up at the steel gray sky, the clouds threatening to either deposit snow or rain any minute. Sunglasses would have just called attention to him.

Ignoring the stares of the few that seemed to recognize him, he exited and headed the short distance to Cook County Hospital. He wondered if the girl was still a patient and if she was, if they would even let him up to see her. The automatic doors slid open, and Mark approached the information desk.

The volunteer manning it looked up. Her tight curls had a blue cast but her eyes weren't the least bit dimmed by age. "May I help you?"

"I sure hope so. Could you please tell me what room Judy Medea is in?"

"Let me just check." She pushed a couple of buttons on her computer and leaned forward to read the screen. "It says here that she has to be notified before any visitors are allowed." The woman picked up the phone and punched in a few numbers. "Hello. This is the information desk. I have a young man here to see you."

The volunteer looked Mark up and down. "Yes, he's kind of tall...no...no, not that tall."

Mark shuffled his feet, feeling a flush of embarrassment as the older woman continued to relay his description to Judy Medea. "He's a very nice looking young fellow."

His face heated with a full-fledged blush. "Um...just tell her it's Mark Taylor; the guy from last night."

The woman's mouth dropped open as her eyebrows shot up. Mark straightened and shook his head with indignation. "Not like that!" Sheesh.

The woman relayed the information and finally hung-up. "She's in room 207. Second floor."

Mark found the room without any trouble and knocked lightly on the open door as he entered.

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