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that. Cranky, aren't we?"
    "Let me tell you where you can shove that crank...” she began, only to stop when the doctor walked into the exam room.
    "You sound better,” he said, looking through the top couple of pages of her folder.
    "I am. So how about you give me back my clothes and let me go home? Hospitals are for sick people.” She cringed as she heard the whine in her voice.
    "I might do that if you have someone at home that can check on you."
    "I do,” she said quickly, maybe too quickly because Hawk turned and gave her a curious look.
    "Okay,” he said slowly, his eyes narrowing before they went back to her file. He made a few notations, scrawled his name and then patted her on the foot. “I want you to go see your family physician in a week, just for a check up."
    "No problem,” Kenzie said. “I'll make the appointment tomorrow."
    After the doctor left, Hawk moved to sit on the edge of the gurney, his arms across his chest. “Liar,” he accused genially.
    "I am not,” she said automatically, raising her eyes to meet his.
    "Are too,” he said calmly, leaning back a bit and studying her. “Who are you going to have stay with you?"
    "A friend,” she rasped, taking another sip of her water. “What's it to you anyway?"
    "I saved your life today for the second time. Maybe I feel obligated to keep an eye on you now? Or maybe it's because my door man thinks you've got a great rack?” He laughed, as her mouth dropped open and she stared at him in shock.
    "Why were you and your doorman discussing my...rack?” she blurted, unable to not ask.
    "He read your article today and mentioned it to me, because he knows I work Narcotics.” He studied her intently, watching the blush rise to her cheeks. “So...who?"
    "A friend,” she repeated. “Now why don't you get out of here so I can get dressed?"
    He opened his mouth to answer when the door was thrust opened and Ron Brent stormed into the room. “Are you all right, Kenzie?"
    "Yeah, the doctor says I can go home. I'm fine Ron.” She sat up, glaring at Hawk.
    "You do know I sent you down there to get the story, not die of smoke inhalation."
    "She saved a woman and her daughter,” Hawk said, wondering why he was sticking up for the prickly brunette.
    "That's wonderful, Kenzie. Where's my story?"
    "If both of you get out of here, I'll get dressed and write the damn thing.” She stared pointedly at the door.
    Ron turned, really noticing Hawk for the first time. “Who's this?"
    "Detective Gideon Hawkins, Ron Brent, my editor,” Mackenzie said quickly. “Now, both of you, get out!"
    "Fine, we're going.” Ron held open the door, ushering Hawk out. “She's a great writer, but not much in the way of manners."
    "Arghhhh!” she groaned, slipping out of bed and reaching for her clothes. She was dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed waiting to sign papers when the nurse came in.
    "Wow, smells like a four alarm fire in here,” the nurse said, holding out the stack of papers. She wheeled in a chair and put a protesting Mackenzie in it, wheeling her to the lot.
    "Your chariot awaits,” Hawk said, holding out the door of the cab he had waiting for her.
    "You,” Kenzie groaned, dropping her aching head into her hands.
    "Did you expect some other Prince to be waiting for you?” he asked, chuckling at the look on her face. “Come on, Mackenzie, we can share a cab and this way I won't worry about you getting home safely."
    She stood up, grabbed her purse and turning, thanked the nurse. Then she walked right past him and down the short drive that led to the parking lot of the hospital. Pulling out her cell phone, she hit the speed dialed number only to protest when the small phone was pulled out of her hand.
    "Yellow cab,” he read. “Why would you want to call them when I have one waiting for you right here? Is this anyway for you to be treating the man who saved your life?"
    "Fine,” she growled. She walked back and got into the cab, leaning her head against the