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Quentin cocked his head to the side. “You were just sitting there crying now you’re cursing me out?”

“Damn right,” she said. “What were you thinking running into the street like that? You could’ve been killed!”

Quentin’s gaze softened. “Is that what you were worried about?”

Phoebe bit down on her teeth then pursed her lips.

“What is wrong with you?” she repeated.

“If I may,” Amber said, cutting in, “it was my fault.” Amber looked at Quentin. “This time it was me not watching where I was going. I must be bad luck.”

“Then why are you still here?” Phoebe snapped.

Both Quentin and Amber looked at Phoebe with wide eyes.

“I’m… um, you’re right, I should leave.” Amber took her attention back to Quentin. “Quentin, I’m so sorry again, please send me your medical bills, and I’d be glad to pay them.”

“That’s not necessary,” Quentin said, finally turning to Amber.

Amber nodded profusely. “In that case, I’ll take a hike.” Amber moved to the door and disappeared quickly.

Taking his gaze back to Phoebe, a slow drugging smile spread across his face. “You know it turns me on when you pop off like that.”

Phoebe gave him an evil eye, peering down at him with her brow stretched out.

“That does, too,” he said. “Is this what it takes for me to get your attention? I’ve got to get hit by a car?”

“Or dropped out of a plane,” Phoebe joked with a straight face.

Quentin laughed and moved quickly. A shot of excruciating pain ran through his abdomen. “Arrgh!” he growled.

“Be careful!” Phoebe said, reaching out to hold him steady. “My goodness, why are you going around trying to be Superman?”

“If I hadn’t shoved her, she would be dead,” he said plainly.

Phoebe huffed. “You could be dead. Who is she, do you know her?”

“Not really?” he said.

“What does that even mean?”

“She’s a fan,” he said, “and she was talking my head off when she stepped into traffic.”

The door opened, and a doctor trailed through.

“Mr. Davidson, I’m Doctor Bradshaw, how are you feeling?”

“Like a gladiator,” Quentin said.

Dr. Bradshaw smirked. “You’re built like one, too.”

Quentin glanced at Phoebe standing beside him with pursed lips, and he winked.

“Please don’t stroke his ego, Doctor,” she said.

“It’s true, any normal person would be in the hospital a few days after an accident like that. But miraculously, you’ve just got a little bruising. Nothing a day or two at home couldn’t heal. Just take your time getting around. It may be nice for you to hire some help if you don’t already have some.”

“So am I free to go, Doctor?”

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