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“I picked up a desk.”
He whirled around on Holt. “You let her pick up a desk?” he growled. “She’s pregnant.”
“Like you could’ve stopped her.” My brother worried his lip between his teeth.
“It’s not his fault.”
Patrick focused his lethal stare back on me. “You’re done at the garage.”
“I’d say that’s a given considering it hurts to move.”
He clenched his jaw. “Gummy?”
“Fine. I pulled a muscle.”
“I want to speak to the doctor.”
I grabbed his hand to stop him and hissed. “Sit. Tell me about anything so I can think about something else.”
“If it’s just a pulled muscle, why are you still in here?”
“They’re running some tests to make sure everything is okay with the baby.”
I glared at Holt.
“You just said she’s fine.” Patrick clutched my hand.
“She is.” I lifted my chin, even though my head was buried in a pillow.
He placed a hand on my stomach. “Are you sure?” he whispered.
“I’m sure.”
“You scared me. I have no idea how I even got here.”
“I’ll be out of here in no time.”
“Ms. Linley.” The doctor rapped on the doorframe, clipboard in hand. “How are you feeling?”
“Like my lower back is being pulled in opposite directions.”
Holt covered his mouth with his hand. Patrick gripped the bed railing again.
“Everything looks good with you and the baby. The sprain in your back will cause you discomfort for a couple of weeks, but if you ice it a few times a day that will help. I see no reason to keep you overnight, so as soon as I finish the paperwork, you’re free to go.”
“Can we speed that along? I haven’t eaten in three hours.” The doctor chuckled. “This is no laughing matter.” I folded my arms and bit back a scream.
“I’ll have you out of here soon.” He made some notes on his chart. “No physical exertion for two weeks. Of any kind.”
“I have a fourteen month old. That’s impossible.”
“We’ll take care of it, sir.” Patrick extended his hand. “You’re sure they’ll both be okay?”
“Ms. Linley will have discomfort for a bit, but they’ll both be just fine.”
They shook, and the physician disappeared.
“What would you like to eat?” Patrick softened, rubbing his thumb over the top of my hand.
