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“I will.” There was no way she could deny him when he looked this upset. Not with what Ian had just told her about his mother.
“Good,” Ian told her as there was a knock on the door. “Fucker doesn’t have to knock.” He got to his feet and stormed off.
Jack went to move away and she quickly grabbed his hand, wincing in pain at the movement.
“Careful,” Jack warned.
“I’m sorry, Jack. Really. I should have told you it started hurting the other day. And in the days since. But I just kept going on autopilot. I guess I’m used to blocking pain.”
“You shouldn’t do that,” he snapped.
“I’ll try not to. I really will try to let you guys help. All right?”
He nodded. But she got the feeling that he still hadn’t fully forgiven her. And she wasn’t sure how to make that up to him. Or show him that she was truly sorry.
Well . . . she had one idea. But that would take a level of trust and vulnerability she wasn’t sure she was ready for.
“Right. What happened?” Jameson asked as he walked into the room. He sounded professional, but there was a strange intensity in his eyes that she didn’t understand.
“It’s nothing to worry about,” she said as she sat up.
“Lie back!” Ian ordered as Jack gently pressed her down with his hand on her shoulder.
She huffed out a sigh while Jameson eyed the two men curiously.
“It’s her hip,” Ian told him.
“An old injury from a car accident that’s flaring up,” Jack added.
“Her pain level was an eight earlier. She nearly collapsed. She said it’s six now, but I don’t think we should believe her.”
“Definitely don’t believe her,” Jack said. “She’s been in pain for days and never told us.”
“Hey! I feel so attacked,” she protested.
Jameson raised his eyebrows. “All right. How about the two of you clear out so I can examine my patient.”
“Not happening,” Ian said.
“We’re not leaving,” Jack added.
Jameson crossed his arms over his chest. “You will if I say you have to.”
“We’re her guardians,” Ian said.
Jameson sighed. “You’re her guards, but that doesn’t take away her right to privacy. Out.”
Both of them glared back.
Wow. Jameson was even more gorgeous like this. In Protective-Doctor-Mode.
“We need to be here,” Ian insisted. “We’re the ones taking care of her.”
“Either leave, you assholes, or I’m calling an ambulance to take her to the hospital.”
Whoa. Okay. Things were getting out of hand. These guys were friends. Did they even remember that?
Jameson and Ian were practically nose-to-nose, and Jack was doing nothing to separate them.
