Page 7 of Not the Bodyguard's Princess
“Paul, you know my security team? Hastings—out of Chicago.” September raised a questioning brow. “Is the doctor in there?”
“No. But she doesn’t want to see anyone.” Paul moved to block the door.
September held up her phone. “That’s odd. She sent me this text a minute ago:Done with phone call. Come back.Sounds like she wants to see me.”
“But it wouldn’t be in her best interest.” Paul continued to block the door.
“She can determine that for herself.” September sidestepped Paul and knocked a rhythm on the door before pushing it open.
Adam followed. The Hearthfire bodyguard grabbed him by the arm. “Not you, buddy.”
September didn’t turn around to face the men. Instead, she held the door and spoke to Jordan. “Do you mind if my fiancé and bodyguard come in?”
“You are engaged?” Paul’s question drowned out Jordan’s answer.
September smiled sweetly. “You can read about it on my website and, I’m sure, on half of social media. ‘September’s birthday wish comes true: engaged to her bodyguard.’” September swept her arm in an arc as if reading the words off a marquee. “Adam, Andrew?”
Andrew and his brother followed September into the room and closed the door behind them.
“Paul’s out there?” asked Miss Lee.
September walked around the bed. “He probably has his ear pressed against the crack.”
“Nonsense, he’s commandeered a stethoscope and is listening that way.” Miss Lee rolled her eyes.
“Really?” The question slipped from Andrew’s lips.
“He’s gotten even more micromanaging the past few months.”
September sat down in the seat she’d vacated earlier. “Is that possible?”
“Yes. Take the whole ‘the entire cast will stay in the hotel I choose’ thing. Or the exclusion of personal bodyguards.”
“Yikes. How do you deal with that?”
“My on-screen motto works. ‘A princess will always find a way.’ And in the situation with the bodyguards, I’m very annoyed about that. Which reminds me—I don’t know what happened to Princess.” Worry clouded Miss Lee’s eyes. “I think someone told me they took her to a vet, but that’s when we were down in the emergency room and I was more worried about Blake. I don’t even know if she was hurt.” She stared at Andrew as if the comment was directed only to him.
Andrew took a step closer to the bed. “What would you like me to do when I locate her?”
“If she is at a vet’s you better leave her there until I get out of here. I don’t know how she will react to you not being Blake. Princess is a fifteen-pound dog with a fifty-pound bark. So help the person she doesn’t take a liking to, the entire world will know about it.”
“Is she a good judge of people?” asked Adam.
“The best. I’m curious as to how she’ll react to her new bodyguard.” Miss Lee’s smile reached her eyes for the fourth time that day.
Not something Andrew normally counted, but he was finding his new client difficult to read. A knock on the door interrupted his next thought.
4
A nurse enteredthe room with a wheelchair. “Mr. Blake is asking for you. The doctor feels that if you are up to seeing him, a visit would be beneficial.”
Jordan tossed back the blanket, then yanked it back in place before the men saw her stylish hospital-issue gown in its full glory. “Guys, do you mind?”
Adam and Andrew gave duplicate nods and left.
Jordan waited until the door closed before swinging her legs over the side of the bed. The nurse produced a pair of gray slipper socks with more nonskid dots on them than a full-grown cheetah. A patient would be more likely to stick to the floor than fall in those socks.
The nurse also handed her a second hospital gown. “Wear this one like a robe. It helps some. I have a blanket for your lap.”
