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and sat down. He reached back, captured her wrists and brought her arms to wrap around his waist.
    "If you don't hold on tight, I'm stopping," he warned. "I'm not going to have you pass out and hit the ground again."
    She squeezed in response and squeezed again when they'd covered a couple hundred yards and he slowed down because her grip had loosened. Pressing her cheek against his broad, muscled back, she grabbed her elbows to keep her grip tight and melted into him.
    She closed her eyes, opening them what felt like only a second later to find herself in Griffin's arms as Philip held a door open for them.
    "I need crushed ice immediately and send Dr. Bradley to my room as soon as he arrives." Griffin brushed quickly past Philip and into the house.
    Her vision swimming, she couldn't tell what rooms they moved through. It wasn't until Griffin passed through the last door and moved toward the bed that her eyesight cleared. She looked around, recognizing the lamp on the nightstand, the dark wood furniture, the bedding that was a mix of deep chocolate and burgundy and the mink throw right where she had left it.
    "This is your room?"
    His voice was gruff when he answered. "I misspoke. Philip knows where to send Dr. Bradley."
    He bent to place her on the bed. Her arms tightened around his neck. "I'm a mess."
    Still holding her, Griffin straightened and carried Katelyn to the bathroom. Sitting her on the counter, he ran warm water to wet a washcloth. He kept one hand on her while he did it, his touch natural and comforting. When he brought the cloth to her skin, he moved in close and kept his touch so soft and intimate it could have been foreplay except for the worried downturn of his mouth and the blood covering the side of her face and neck.
    She couldn’t remember the last time someone had taken care of her like this -- not only cleaning her injuries but looking genuinely worried about her wellbeing. His concern more likely rested with whether she would sue him.
    Her mouth turned down at the possibility.
    "Did that hurt?" The question came out pinched and hurried.
    Katelyn tilted her head to see all of his face. "No."
    Griffin surprised her with a kiss. "You'll take a two-way with you next time you run the grounds."
    He tossed the washcloth in the sink and slowly stripped her track top from her. She watched him, her gaze wide and lips slightly parted. There was no way she would be running again before the week with him was out. That meant there would be no "next time" for her to run on his property.
    Unless he already wanted more than the week and had just exposed his desire.
    "Griffin, I won't be able to run again this week…"
    His mouth twitched and he dropped down to pull her shoes and socks off. "Right, wasn't thinking."
    Well, that answers that.
    Hurt unfurled inside her chest but she kept her face neutral. She let him tug her into a standing position so he could peel the running pants down inch by inch, his head lightly pressing against her stomach to center her. Again, he kept his touch slow and intimate. If she didn't know better, she would have thought he was reassuring himself that she was okay beyond the obvious injuries -- the same way he might run his hands over one of his expensive antiques if it fell to the floor.
    When she was in nothing more than her bra and underwear, he braced a hand against her stomach and grabbed the thick robe hanging on a hook next to the shower. He threaded her arms through and knotted the sash before scooping her pliant body up.
    She started to wiggle in protest. "I can walk."
    Carrying her to the bed, he pressed his lips against her temple before his mouth dropped to brush against her ear. "Don't care."
    Harriet stood to the side with an ice bag in hand, her face clearly pinched with worry. Seeing Griffin approach the bed, she reached across and pulled the top covers back when a light, but masculine, laugh drifted from the doorway.
    "A billionaire orderly, that's something I never