Ruled by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

Fucker should be nervous. Wolfe was pissed. So was Caleb.

“Shot?” Aleki whispered. “Vivi, what is going on?”

Genevieve wouldn’t look at them, her gaze aimed at her feet.

“I can still get them to leave,” Ethan told her, touching her shoulder gently.

“Get your hand off her,” Wolfe growled.

The other man snatched his hand back with a start. “I have to touch my patient to examine her.”

“Examining her is fine, groping her is going to end up in you losing your hand.”

“I was not groping her!”

“Wolfe!” she gasped.

“Vivi,” Caleb said quietly but firmly. “Look at me.”

She raised her gaze to his immediately.

“Do you know who shot you, jelly bean?”

Her pale cheeks flushed slightly. “I couldn’t see their face.”

Wolfe thought she was being honest this time. But it was obvious there was a lot she was holding back.

“But this has to do with the person you’re so afraid of?” Caleb asked.

“I think so,” she whispered.

“Okay.”

Wolfe opened his mouth to ask her more questions, but Caleb nodded at the doctor. Right. He should have thought of that.

“So how are you feeling?” the doctor asked her.

She licked her lips. “I can’t really feel my arm or foot.”

“Because I’ve given you some good drugs.” Ethan looked to him. “If it’s okay to touch her now, I’d like to continue examining my patient?”

Wolfe nodded, ignoring the asshole’s sarcasm.

“You’re dehydrated. The IV is helping rehydrate you. Antibiotics are fighting the infection. You’ve still got a slight fever, so we’re going to keep a close eye on that. What about your foot? How did you injure that?”

“I twisted it.”

They all waited but she didn’t say anything more. The doctor sighed. “Right. And then you walked on it?”

“More like ran,” she admitted.

He grunted. “Well, I will need to x-ray it to be certain, but I don’t believe anything is broken. I think it’s a severe sprain. We’ve got a portable x-ray machine that we’ll bring in soon. Any chance you’re pregnant?”

“N-no.”

“Good.” He wrote some more. “Right, Vivi. Well, I’ve got to tell you that I’m worried about you.”

Vivi stared up at Ethan. She kind of wished she’d told the guys to get out. It was hard to think with them so close. Difficult to breathe. She couldn’t believe she’d had a panic attack in front of them. Those had become more frequent lately, usually coming when she’d been required to attend some function on William’s arm.