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Katelyn. I can tell you're resistant to physicians. Is your father a doctor?"
    Anger heated her cheeks. She blinked at him then bit at her lip. Her father was an asshole attorney. He'd hired asshole doctors -- psychiatrists -- to certify that her mother was insane and needed institutionalized. They'd done it while Katelyn was at Olympic trials, hoping to get Madeline Willow all suited up in a straightjacket before Katelyn could find out.
    None of that was Dr. Bradley's fucking business.
    She stared him down, her gaze sharpening as her spine straightened and her shoulders squared back along the mattress. "How's my leg?"
    This time it was Bradley's turn to blink. Only half-masking his response, he moved down the bed to expose her leg and gingerly take hold of it. With his hands on her lower body, he stopped his retreat, his grip on the limb, confident and proprietary, as if it weren't hers but his.
    Just like Griffin that first day in the limo.
    Katelyn's pulse accelerated as she realized why Griffin had wanted to stay. He didn't want to leave her alone with another manipulative, dominant male -- one who would see in her whatever it was Griffin had spotted on the auction tape. Griffin wasn't being possessive of her, merely competitive. Feeling the threat of tears, she closed her eyes.
    "X-rays on the ankle aren't necessary as long as the swelling goes down." His fingers moved along the back of her calf in a way she was certain was completely unnecessary from a medical perspective. "You'll need to stay off it for at least three days. Grif can carry you around. He seems to like that."
    She opened her eyes and nodded slowly, wanting him out of the room as soon as possible. "I'll stay off it."
    She looked up to the general area she was certain held one of the room's cameras, her gaze pleading for her lover's return.
    Grabbing the ice pack, Bradley positioned it over the swelling then reached into the bag he had brought with him for more antiseptic wipes. "I'll leave instructions on the icing schedule. Were these sanitized?"
    He was gesturing at the scrapes on her legs when Griffin opened the bedroom door. He had his iPad in his hand. The screen had been turned off, but Katelyn was more certain than ever he had been watching the whole of the examination -- including the conversation and the way Bradley's tone had changed over the course of treatment.
    "If that's all that's left, I'll do it." His scowl had turned into a snarl. The veins along his arms stood out as if he'd been flexing the muscles, his fists most of all.
    "A scan--"
    "No," Katelyn interrupted. She wasn't going to spend any more time around Bradley or have the whole hospital, and through them the whole damn town, gossiping about how Montgomery's latest pet had injured herself.
    "Then you'll need to be checked throughout the night, every two hours."
    She sucked a breath in. "Is that really necessary?"
    Griffin didn't give the doctor time to answer. "I'll see to it. What else?"
    Bradley pulled out his cell phone, tapped through a few screens. "I've mailed you a list of instructions and signs to look for."
    Griffin turned his iPad on, tapped through to his mail and grunted. "Got it."
    He rolled his shoulders and neck, the joints popping with tension. "More?"
    Bradley caught Katelyn's gaze again. Another knowing smile played his lips, flattening the lips until it reached the corners and turned them up. "Call me immediately if you need anything , Kate."
    She could tell Montgomery didn't like the doctor's tone or the way he had shortened her name. He grabbed the man's bag, snapped it shut and walked to the bedroom door with it. Bradley took the cue and retreated with a conspiratorial wink at his patient.
    Griffin tracked the man's path to the door and down the hall like lions watched antelopes cross the plain, each step intended to be the prey's last. Shutting the door, he turned back to the bed to find Katelyn straining for the packet of antiseptic wipes.
    "Stop. I'm doing