Rad asked as Athol thumbed him to move off the settee and let Linsey stretch out. “Was it something I did or didn’t say?” Athol shook his head. “Not that I know of.” He took Linsey’s pulse and Rad remembered he was a doctor of sorts. “Well what then?” Why on earth was he so persistent? What was it about the white faced, fragile looking woman that called to him? “Is she ill?” Everyone in the room, apart from the unconscious Linsey looked at Athol. “No, just shattered.” “You don’t faint from just shattered,” Fiona said stubbornly. “So, ergo she’s ill. With what though.” Athol firmed his lips. “Athol, you’re not her doc, and if you don’t tell us now, I’m ringing for an ambulance.” Fiona crossed her arms. On the count of three.” Rad watched the battle of wills with some amusement. He wondered who would win. “She’s my friend as well, so if you know, spill. One…Two…” Rad saw Linsey’s eyelids flutter. “Just tell her,” she said faintly.
What do You think about The Dom With The Dark Eyes?
