After a short pause, Jim answered her in a weary voice, "Phoenix, on Marian road."
"Oh, the private clinic," Mercy commented to herself as she recognized the very high-class clinic which they were headed.
"Can we go now?" Jim asked dryly.
Mercy only nodded and followed his lead. When they were almost at his car, Mercy thought aloud. "Shouldn't we inform 'weasel-man' of this development?" she spoke exactly as the words formed in her mind without censor, instantly pausing Jim in his track. She realized her mistake then and her mouth dropped open in silent alarm and disconcertion.
Jim turned with shocked exasperation to look at her. "You really have a propensity for insults, don't you?"
"I'm sorry." Mercy answered lamely, cringing at her unguarded speech.
His laugh was so sudden it left her speechless. The deep quality of his voice tickled humor from the darkest part of her stomach, and unwillingly her lips twitched.
