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Trevor got in, started the car, and eased it into the merging and chaotic traffic, moving away from the hotel. He averted his gaze when the second wave of police vehicles careened into the hotel’s back parking lot where she’d parked her car.

Chapter Three
    Jae slowly opened her eyes to find herself in the passenger seat of her Mustang. The car was idling in park and for a second she didn’t know where she was.
    As she struggled to sit up, an excruciating pain shot through her side, instantly bringing everything back: the Clarkston Hotel, the lounge, the shooting. Grant! Where was he? Did he escape while she was passed out?
    Gritting her teeth against the throbbing pain, she looked out the window and saw that the car was parked near the front entrance of a twenty-four-hour pharmacy.
    Through the glass doors, she spotted him walking down an aisle with a red plastic basket hung over his arm. He’d stopped and tossed several items into the basket. Sighing in relief, she was thankful he hadn’t run off and left her sitting in a running car passed out and bleeding. But she did recall telling him that he could not take her to the hospital or call the local cops.
    Everything had gone wrong with this operation and she knew she was going to catch hell for it and deservedly so. She would get no sympathy for getting herself shot. Grainger would demand answers and her teammates would never let her live down that she’d been rescued by her assignment.
    How the hell would she explain that she let precious time slip by because she’d been daydreaming about the doctor’s blue eyes and sexy body? Her delay in reacting to the immediate threat had almost got him killed, not to mention she’d put innocent civilians in danger. Damn . She was in so much trouble. Groaning and closing her eyes, she rolled her head to the cool glass of the window. She must have passed out again because the next thing she knew, Grant was getting into the car and tossing several bags onto the backseat. He must have known she’d come to because he asked how she was feeling. His deep voice resonated within the small space of her Mustang, forcing Jae to roll her head toward him. “I’m great, and you?”
    Only after snapping the seatbelt in place and putting the car in gear did Trevor respond. “I’ll bet you thought I was going to run out on you, didn’t you?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer. “I wouldn’t do that. At least not until I get some answers first. I will reiterate that you need to go to the hospital; however, I know that wouldn’t be a good idea for either of us since doctors are required to report all gunshot wounds.” When he mentioned he’d picked up some pharmaceuticals so that he could patch her up, Jae could barely open her mouth to speak, but she did hear him when he’d told her not to worry because he knew what to do.
    Jae was so lethargic she could barely register what he was saying much less respond to it. It took every ounce of effort she had to keep her eyes open. But eventually, his voice faded away and her last thought before darkness closed in around her was getting the message to Grainger that she was down.
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    “What the hell?” Trevor murmured quietly as he propped himself up against the wall of the motel room. Although exhausted, he hesitated dropping his weary body in the chair, which could fold out to a single bed.
    As a licensed physician, he couldn’t and wouldn’t just leave her. He hadn’t operated on anybody in a long time, not since the end of his residency, just before he’d advanced his medical degree and studied psychiatry. Yet now this woman was his patient and he had to care for her medically.
    He also had questions for her when she came to—a lot of questions.
    He’d given her a mild sedative to lessen her pain and discomfort so that he could clean, suture, and bandage her wound. Regrettably, that task proved to be more complicated for him when he’d removed her blood-soaked top