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“You and my family, both.”

“What do you mean?” he asked.

She shook her head. She’d already said too much.

“All right, tell me about the injury to your hip.”

“Um, what’s to tell? I shattered it. Had to get it bolted back together. Yeah. So that happened.”

Jameson stared down at her for a moment. “That would have been very painful. And a long recovery. Not to mention upsetting.”

Yeah. To say the least.

“I was in the hospital for three weeks, in a wheelchair with lots and lots of physical therapy.”

It had been painful. But made worse by the fact that she’d known her career was over.

And that her family blamed her for it.

She’d grown depressed and had withdrawn into herself. If it hadn’t been for Indie and Uncle Willy, she wasn’t sure what she would have done. She owed them everything.

“And since then?” Jameson asked. “It’s obviously still giving you problems.”

“I’ve learned how to manage any problems. Usually, by trying to prevent them. I do yoga most days. I try not to spend all day on my feet. Not to push too hard. When it starts to hurt, I usually take a rest. Heat and rest work well.”

“What about painkillers?”

“I try to avoid them. I don’t want to become reliant on them.”

“I understand that. But there’s no shame in taking some over-the-counter painkillers when it’s this sore.” He searched through his bag. “See? Just paracetamol. Jack, can you get some water?”

“Sure.”

“So what happened this time? Did you strain your hip?”

“The pain has been building over a few days.” Maggie tried to sit up when Jack returned with the water. Ian immediately moved over and sat behind her, pulling her so she lay back against him. Jameson gave her the pills and she put them in her mouth. But when she went to grab the glass of water, Jack brushed her hand away and held the glass up to her mouth.

“You’re doing so well,” Ian said. “Drink that all down.”

“I guess the stress of the last few days hasn’t helped,” Jameson said as Jack moved away. “And there’s been little time for yoga. Or taking care of yourself.”

She glanced away at the light scolding note in his voice.

“Hey, look at me.” Jameson waited until she turned her face back to him. “I know that there has been a lot going on. But that’s even more reason to take care of yourself. Because you getting sick or hurt isn’t going to help anyone.”

Right. Great.

Now the really sexy doctor was telling her off.

She sniffled. It was kind of the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“What the fuck, Jameson?” Ian snarled.

“Why did you say that to her?” Jack snapped. “You upset her!”

Jameson’s mouth dropped open. Then he closed it with a scowl. “And this is why the two of you shouldn’t be in here.”

“Why? So you can make her cry without an audience?” Ian asked.

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