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“What’s my name?”

She sed heavily Da “Joel”

He gave her a nod then turned and left She should get up despite his order to stay put She had to check on the boys, relieve Gwen, figure out what the hell she was going to do no could this have happened? Panic s around so her feet rested on the floor, trying to bring air into her lungs

“Shit”

She barely heard the curse over the roaring in her ears

“Lean down, head between your knees That’s it” A large, war her head down “Try and slow your breathing You’re all right Everything is fine I’ hurt you”

Froht have scoffed at those words as an eet her to do what he wanted To get her into his bed Yet, fro but

Gradually, she felt steadier and the hand lifted “Easy now,” he told her “If you feel dizzy again I want you to put your head down”

“I’m okay”

“No You’re not But you will be” He gently took hold of her injured hand, which rapped in a white bandage The doctor had stitched it up after giving her an injection to numb the area

He placed a pillow on her lap then rested her injured hand on it Grabbing her feet, he lifted them to rest on a velvet footstool that should have looked out of place in this ance Just a touch Anotherso feminine as a threat to his masculinity Not Saxon

Not that there was anything that could really threaten his masculinity anyway

He reached for a glass of iced tea that he’d put on the coffee table He held the straw to her lips

“Drink”

“I can hold it” She reached for the glass and he lightly smacked her hand