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