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“Your hip?” Ian repeated. “What did you do to it?”

“Old injury. Car accident,” she said through gritted teeth.

Ian laid her down on the sofa in the living room. She attempted to sit up, but Jack was there, pressing her down.

“The car accident from five years ago?” Jack asked.

“That was in my background check?”

“Yeah. There wasn’t anything in-depth though,” he replied as Ian started talking on the phone. “Nothing about the injuries you sustained.”

Who was Ian calling?

“It was only because there was a police report that it was in there,” Jack added. “But I did my own research into you. I know the accident ended your career.”

“Yeah. Turns out it’s hard to ice-skate with a shattered hip.”

Jack winced. “But it’s been five years. I haven’t noticed you limping. Shit, you were bouncing around for close to an hour the other day on the bouncy pillows and slides.” His gaze narrowed. “Were you sore then?”

“I, um . . . well . . . that might be part of the problem.”

He stiffened, his face growing dark. “You should have told me.”

“Mostly, my hip doesn’t give me a lot of problems. Doing yoga helps. So does light exercise, heat, getting lots of rest.”

“Which you haven’t been able to do with your uncle in the hospital,” Jack said grimly.

Ian stormed over to them.

“It’s from an old injury,” Jack told him. “Car accident five years ago, she shattered her hip.”

“Fuck,” Ian said. “And you still have problems?”

“Just sometimes,” she admitted.

“It’s been building up to this for a while,” Jack said, throwing her right into the fire. “And she didn’t tell us.”

Ian turned his gaze back to her. “What?”

“You had to tell him?” she asked Jack.

“We don’t keep things from each other.”

“How bad is the pain?” Ian asked, crouching beside her. “On a scale of one to ten.”

“Only a four.”

“Stop lying,” Jack said sternly.

She stared up at him in shock.

“Jack, dude, maybe you better go check on William,” Ian said calmly.

“We were on the bouncy pillows for close to an hour. It was hurting her and she didn’t tell me,” Jack said, pacing back and forth.

Ian narrowed his gaze at her. “Which was very naughty and she deserves some punishment. But right now, we need to get her seen to. Jameson is on his way.”

“Right . . .” Jack let out a deep breath. “You’re right.”

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