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“No way. In your condition, forget me–the hospital staff won’t let you leave.”

“I’ll come right back after I handle it.”

Tyler’s tone was unusually soft. He was trying to negotiate, but Rachel didn’t even have to think about it

before refusing.

“No. I don’t care what you say, you’re not going to the office. Tyler, this is your body we’re talking about!

Did you not hear the doctor? If they hadn’t gotten you here when they did, you’d be missing that leg right

now.”

Yale stared at Tyler like he was seeing a ghost. His eyes were wide.

Had hell frozen over?

He had worked for Tyler for years, and never–not once–had he seen him soften his tone. Tyler had always been a lone wolf, decisive to the point of arrogance, never asking for permission.

Now, he was actually trying to negotiate–and it was with a woman, no less.

This was rare.

like he was watching a show. He was curious to see how Tyler would deal with Rachel, who clearly wasn’t

hobbled over on his crutch, stopping right in front of her, towering over her. His jet–black eyes

of hospital disinfectant clung to him, laced with a hint of tobacco. Somehow, it didn’t clash at all–if anything, it made her pulse

couldn’t even tell if it was his

blinked mechanically, her words coming out

Did I say something wrong? Even if you called the doctor right

then brushed two quick kisses against her lips, his voice low and smooth

you want to keep looking at me, just say so. You don’t have to use my injury as an excuse.” She barely registered his outrageous words. All her focus was on the sudden heat at her lips. Her eyes went wide after a stunned two–second delay, and she instinctively covered a

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mouth.

crazy? There’s

you don’t let me out of

I’ve made up for every kiss I missed when you

react, he leaned in

peripheral vision. He