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We arrive at the emergency room none too soon and it saves us both from doing something totally unethical.

But would I really take advantage of a compromised female? Physically? Emotionally? No.

I know I’m not going to take her into my bed just yet, but I can still watch over her. That’s good enough for now.

We check in at the ER, and it’s hopping with other patients waiting to be seen.

While filling out her paperwork, she looks up at me and tries to put on a brave face.

“You don’t have to stay here with me. You can go back to your job. I’ll be safe here.”

I look around. I see a dude in the corner holding a dirty rag to stem the blood coming from a broken nose. Some people sound like they might cough up a lung at any moment. A whole bunch of people look fine but also pissed that they haven’t been seen yet. No way I’m leaving my Jane here.

I brush her hair away from her worried face. “Sweet Jane, I’m staying with you through everything. Now let’s fill this out as best we can.”

The desk nurse is giving her a hard time for not knowing a last name or a social security number.

I interject. “She’s experienced some kind of trauma and has lost her memory. I’ll cover whatever medical costs she incurs.”

The desk nurse is already moving on to admit some other patient who looks like he may be about to give birth to kidney stones.

I put my hand on the small of Jane’s back and lead her to a seat in the waiting area to tackle the paperwork.

She mutters as she writes: “Name: unknown. Address: unknown. Primary physician: none.”

I take the pen from her hand and scrawl in “Dr. Levi Frost.”

“Who’s that?” she asks.

“My pops. Don’t argue.”

I have Jane sit tight while I hand the clipboard and paperwork back to the desk nurse. She glances over it and puts it in a stack of others, presumably in order of urgency. I see where she places us, and it’s going to be a long day.

I should just call Pops or one of his former associates right now, but I don’t want to draw more attention to Jane than she wants.

I return to Jane and sit next to her. The look on her face is on edge, but I can feel her relax a little when I slide one protective arm around her.

She’s staring off into the distance and chewing on her lip, like she’s trying hard to remember something.

I take a minute to check my phone. I have one text from Tamira. “Hey boss. All good here, still busy and lined up out the door. Let me know if you want me to call in the second-round draft pick applicants for backup.”

We text back and forth as we strategize. I feel bad that I’m absent during the grand opening. But what I’m doing here, watching over my Jane, is way more important. Something in me has changed.

I glance over at Jane and she’s looking at my phone.

She catches me catching her, and she blushes. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to creep. Is Tamira, that manager, your girlfriend?”

I lean in to give her my answer.

Chapter Seven

Jane

At first, I think he’s going to kiss me.

He speaks, and his deep, resonating voice is doing things to my body that I don’t believe any kiss has managed to do before.

“Jane, if I had a girlfriend, then this thing we have between us would be cheating, because I feel like our spirits have known each other for a century.”

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