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thought I'd see!"
    Griffin's face went blank. He finished placing Katelyn on the mattress then straightened and took the ice bag from Harriet. Motioning Harriet to leave, he pushed the ice bag into the other man's hands.
    "Dr. Bradley," his gaze jumped back to Katelyn. "This is Katelyn."
    "Michael, please." Placing the ice bag on the nightstand, Dr. Bradley sat down on the edge of the mattress. He dipped into a pocket and pulled out latex gloves before starting to examine Katelyn's head. His gaze on the wound, he addressed Griffin. "We're fine here, you can go."
    Katelyn watched as Griffin folded his arms across his broad chest and leaned against the dresser, firmly rooting himself in the room. Her gaze moving up to Dr. Bradley's mouth, she thought she saw a smirk form before a jolt of pain from straining to see caused her to look back down.
    "I find I always get more open answers from my patients without an audience," Dr. Bradley continued.
    Griffin snorted, his expression still implacable. "Don't expect this one to tell you anything."
    The doctor cupped the sides of her face. That was all it took to pull Griffin away from the dresser and back to the bed. Her gaze darted to him. Seeing the deep scowl on his face, she closed her eyes before he could catch her studying him.
    Did Montgomery have a possessive streak?
    Resisting the temptation to peek at him, she chewed at her bottom lip. She was just his fuck doll for the week, nothing for him to be possessive over. And he'd called Bradley here. He'd have to have known the man would put hands on her.
    Realizing that Bradley hadn't moved the whole time she had her eyes closed, she opened them. He stared at her face, a soft smile gracing his lips. He looked the epitome of patience -- a sharp contrast to the hot glare Griffin leveled at the side of the doctor's head.
    Bradley addressed the billionaire without looking at him. "I can't start until you leave, Grif."
    Montgomery shoved his hands in his pockets, his gaze hooking Katelyn's for an instant. "I'll be right across the hall if you need anything."
    "Okay." Her voice was flat, hesitant. There was no reason for Griffin to act like that over the doctor touching her.
    Bradley waited for the door to shut before he dropped his hands and chuckled lightly. "I hope you don't mind my needling him, but he can't stay without your permission and I realize it might be hard for you to tell him to get out."
    "What do you mean?" She had a sinking feeling she knew what he meant. The knowing smirk crawling along his face confirmed her suspicion.
    "You're injured, my dear, and Griffin is used to getting his way…" He wasn't enough of a gentleman or a professional to leave it at that. His tongue came out and took a small, decidedly sensual and subconscious lick at the center of his lips before he shined the light in her eye. "Especially in his own bedroom."
    Thoughts raced through her mind. His bedroom , why wouldn't he admit it? And how the hell did the doctor know where the billionaire's tastes ran?
    Leaning close, Bradley checked her ears. She could smell the subtle spice of his cologne, feel the soft fall of his breath against her skin. Putting the scope and light down, he dressed the cut on her head, asking her questions about her vision, pain, hearing and any nausea. Satisfied with the answers, he ran his fingers through her hair to probe the rest of her skull. He moved slowly in everything he did, his gaze shifting back and forth between her eyes and lips.
    "How long have you known Griffin?" he asked.
    The unmistakable speculative tone that had crept into his voice chilled Katelyn, leaving no doubt the man knew why she was at the estate or that he had his hands on the billionaire's paid-for-pet. She swallowed and waited for his attention to return to her mouth before answering. She didn't want him looking in her eyes again. "Is that relevant to your diagnosis?"
    He smiled, his gaze sliding back up to hold hers. "Just trying to relax you,