ospital, Ivey Dennis lay against a mountain of pill
hispered, her hand clutching
forehead. "Don't be silly. You're more impor
door, watching his boss and trying not to think
with a chart, his expr
stin asked, jumping to h
look. "Mr. Montgomery, it's a minor sprain. With proper re
stin's head, and for a split second,
hurts so much... and I was so scared..
of protectiveness. He sat back down, taking her han
a note on the chart, a
ery sauntered in. He carried an absurdly expen
owned. "What are
w, VIP suite for a sprained ankle. You're re
thick. Austin'
the pillows, her eyes dar
it asked, his eyes wide with mock innocence. "
d," Austin said thr
out. "So, where's Josie? Did you leave
"That's none of your bu
ket, tossing it lightly in the air. Austin recognized it. It was a
at?" Austi
ft. Since the wedding was 'postponed,' I guess the bride doesn't need it today. Maybe
d in a low voice. "And don't you d
smirk. He snapped the box shut an
won't say a word. I'm goi
ing the words h
e a lun
lunch date? When did you have a gi
ked. "S
sed, simmering rage. Ivey tugged on his hand, trying to reclaim his attention, but
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