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Jana turned toward him. “What?”

“Who is Mick?” he asked tersely.

Jana sighed. “I’ll call you back. Okay, thanks. It won’t be for long.” She hung up and frowned. “What’s the problem?”

Gunner crossed his arms over his chest. “I…” He stopped when the door to the room opened, and a nurse and doctor strolled in.

Chapter Fourteen

“How is everything this morning, Jana?” the doctor asked.

“I’m sore, but that’s to be expected. I’m able to move without a problem.”

“How about a shower?” the nurse asked.

She almost groaned. “That sounds great.” She hadn’t been clean since the attack. The staff did the best they could, but it wasn’t the same.

“I’ll go get you some scrubs.”

“Thank you.”

The doctor put the clipboard down. “I’m going to send home a few pain pills. It will get you through the next few days. You know you’re going to feel very sore.”

Jana nodded. She wasn’t looking forward to the week ahead of her. “I’d appreciate it. I might not use them, but I’ll have them just in case.”

“I understand. Take it easy for a couple of weeks. You know to come back if anything changes.”

“Yes. Thank you, Dr. Ross.”

“You’re welcome, young lady. I hope they find the person responsible.”

“I do, too.”

The nurse walked in with an armload of things. “Here you go. Are you going to need help?”

“I—” Jana was interrupted.

“If she does, I’ll be right here,” Gunner said.

The nurse glanced at her, and Jana nodded. “Thank you for your help.”

“Press the button if you need anything. I’ll start on the discharge papers. It might take an hour or so because I have other patients.”

“That’s fine.”

Jana waited until the door closed to open her mouth. It snapped shut when the door opened, and Sharp walked in.

“I’m going to shower.”

She knew Gunner scowled at her, but tough. She’d deal with him after the shower.

She took her time and made sure she was as clean as possible. The nurse had brought in some lotion and more toothbrushes. Jana tried not to study her face too much, but what she saw looked awful.

She still had some swelling around one eye and her lip. Her face was discolored, making it look like a colorful dyed fabric. She combed through her hair, being careful of the knot on top where the guy had hit her.

“This was as good as it got,” she said, opening the bathroom door.

Both men were standing and drinking coffee. Gunner glanced her way, and then his eyes narrowed.

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