Page 94 of Faith

The doctor smiled, then looked first at Micah, then Jensen. “You both need to leave. I need to examine the patient. Come back in about twenty minutes.”

The sour expression on Jensen’s face told her that he wasn’t happy about it, but he didn’t argue. He let go of her hand and leaned down to brush his mouth over hers.

“I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Good,” she said pulling a smile from him.

“Come on, Wulf, let’s go have some coffee. I have a feeling you need it,” Micah said, as he followed him out of the room. He gave Nicola a wink, telling her he would look out for Jensen.

“Wulf? As in the Royal Bad Boy? Also known as Bad Boy Billionaire?” the doctor asked.

“He was never a royal,” she said. “But yes, that one.”

“I thought he looked familiar. Quite the catch,” she remarked.

“He’s not mine.”

“Oh, really? The way he raged last night at me and the rest of the staff, I thought he was your husband.”

“No, just a friend. And I work for him. He was just worried about me.”

The doctor shook her head. “The man who threatened me last night was not doing that for an employee.”

“I apologize. He can be a bit autocratic if I’m not around to control him.”

The doctor shook her head. “I think you two have a lot to talk about, and I’m glad to say you’ll be able to accomplish that, thanks to me.”

* * *

Jensen and Micahbarely talked as they ordered their coffees and sat in the cafeteria. Once they were seated, Micah kept staring at him.

“What?” Jensen asked, still irritated with his presence.

“I’m here because my wife told me it was a good idea, and I can see that she was right.”

“What the bloody hell do you mean?”

“Don’t push yourself too hard. You have friends on the island who can help until your mother gets here.”

“And Nicola’s mother and father. They will be here later tomorrow, hopefully. The weather is causing a bit of a problem.”

“You’re flying them here?”

He nodded and took a sip of coffee.

“So, how much do you want to hit me?” Micah asked.

“Because you didn’t tell me you were her first Dom?”

Micah nodded.

“Right now, I don’t have the energy, but I would like to kick your arse.”

He smiled. “You can try, son, but I don’t think you would get close. And, I couldn’t tell you. It was her right to tell you, not mine.”

“Rubbish.”

“No. Not really. You didn’t know her back then. That relationship…the fucker she skated with was a real bastard. He had her doubting everything. Her ability to skate, her attractiveness, her ability to be a productive human in society. You’ve talked about it with her? You know what happened?”

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