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fill out the spousal consent forms.”
    â€œThe spousal consent forms? If you’ll just follow me, Mr. Burns.”
    After another swish of curtain rings, the violent Mr. Burns was gone with the nurse.
    â€œWe’ll take care of you,” Dr. Gregory said to the woman. “It might have sounded like I was rushing you out of here, but you can stay as long as you need to.”
    Grace held her breath, willing the woman to tell the doctor the truth while her attacker was gone. She heard only silence.
    â€œI’ll be back shortly.” The doctor was leaving.
    Grace needed to be brave. She should do something. Say something.
    But she didn’t. She was no superhero. Maybe she could write a note and pass it to a nurse or something...
    Behind her, Sophia called out. “Dr. Gregory.”
    There was an audible sigh in the aisle. Then it was their curtain that was being pushed aside, and a man far younger than Grace had expected stepped into their little space. He was around thirty, bespectacled and bearded. Not the trendy kind of full beard that men in Hollywood were wearing this year, but the dark shadow of a man who’d perhaps worked a twenty-four-hour shift.
    â€œYes, Miss Jackson?” He sounded as tired as he looked.
    Sophia began complaining. The doctor listened to her sister’s demands without a flicker of emotion on his face, without so much as a blink of his eyes behind his brown plastic eyeglass frames. His white overcoat looked too big on him. He didn’t look like a man, frankly, who could handle the vicious Mr. Burns, but—
    But, actually, he did.
    There was something very Clark Kent about him. Tall, dark and handsome could have described him if he were in Superman mode, but as Clark Kent, he was too unassuming to be eye-catching, not the way he stood with his hands stuffed in the square pockets of his lab coat. Still, although he might not have bothered to shave, his jawline was defined, and the blue of his eyes was only dimmed a little bit by the glare of the fluorescent lighting on his eyeglasses.
    It was the look in those blue eyes that gave Grace hope. He saw right through her sister. He wasn’t flustered by her beauty and he didn’t look awed to have a movie star in his presence. In fact, he was looking at her with quiet disapproval. If he could see through the celebrity aura that surrounded Sophia Jackson, maybe he could see through Mr. Burns. Grace just needed to be brave enough to tell him what she’d heard.
    â€œSo, um, you’re her doctor?” she began, forcing herself to smile when it was the last thing on earth she wanted to do at the moment.
    He turned that blue gaze directly on her. A small eternity of silence followed.
    â€œOf course he is,” Sophia said, exasperated. “I told him you’d fix everything when you got here. I need a private room. These curtains are so ghetto.”
    He didn’t take his eyes off Grace, but he raised one dark brow behind the brown frames. “ You’re the personal assistant?”
    Clearly, he wasn’t impressed with her. She felt badly about that, another little dagger of hurt to push through. “Dr. Gregory, could I speak to you somewhere else? Somewhere private?”
    â€œNo.”
    Grace blinked. “I really need to speak to you alone.”
    â€œThere are no other rooms available, and there is nothing you can say that will make radiology move more quickly. As soon as her X-rays are complete, you’ll be discharged with treatment instructions, and you can seek out all the privacy you desire somewhere else.”
    He left.
    Sophia’s outrage drowned out Grace’s disappointment. She yelled “Doctor” once more, but the doctor wasn’t coming back.
    Grace sank back into her chair, a failure.
    â€œWhat do you think you’re doing, Grace? Go after him.” Sophia was loud for someone who prized her privacy. She gestured toward the ice packs on her