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he patted his sister on the back. “I want the best specialist looking after my father. Isn’t Dominic Watson on staff here? Tell him I want him to be personally responsible for my father’s care.”
    “Your father is already receiving the best care,” the nurse replied briskly.
    “Good. We can afford whatever’s necessary, starting with your best private room.”
    “Oh, yes. Daddy must be settled as quickly as possible.” Felicia nodded.
    Tru pitied Jenny’s boss. Hell, if these two were his kids, he’d have had a stroke just to get away from them.
    The nurse patiently went through Harry’s status again. “Perhaps, as you’re next of kin, you’d prefer to handle the paperwork for his admission.”
    Felicia fluttered her hands, looking panicked. “I couldn’t.”
    “Good God, no. That’s what she’s here for.” Irving arched an eyebrow at Jenny. “That is what a personal assistant is supposed to do, isn’t it?”
    Irritation spiked at the crude insinuation, despite Tru’s own questions about Jenny’s relationship with her boss only minutes earlier. He waited for Jenny to lambaste the man. She’d cut some of the biggest stars in the National Hockey League off at the knees for less, slicing through their egos like a sushi chef with fresh tuna.
    But Jenny said nothing. She stood there, staring at Irving. The white knuckles of her clenched fists, hanging by her sides, were the only sign she was bothered by Irving’s gibe.
    What the hell was wrong with her? Why was she letting him walk all over her?
    “Your father would be in the morgue, if it wasn’t for Jenny’s fast action,” Tru snapped.
    Sturridge’s daughter gasped.
    Irving cast his gaze lazily over Tru. “Don’t tell me you brought one of your hockey hulks with you, Jenny?” His lip curled. “Can’t you do without them for one afternoon?”
    Jenny’s hand whipped out and grabbed Tru’s arm as he curled his fingers into a fist. With surprising strength, she prevented him from smashing the arrogant ass’s nose.
    For the first time since her boss had collapsed in the drugstore, she morphed into the haughty ice queen he was used to. “Show the hospital and your father some respect.”
    The younger man flushed. “You little tramp. I’ll show you...”
    The nurse cleared her throat. “Mr. Sturridge, please lower your voice. If you can’t control yourself, I’ll ask security to escort you from the premises.”
    Before Irving could respond, his sister stopped him. “Daddy wouldn’t like it.” She turned to the nurse. “When can we see our father?”
    “You’ll have to wait until we’ve completed our tests and he’s in his room.” The nurse kept her tone professional. “Take a seat and I’ll come for you when we’re ready.” She smiled at Jenny. “Ms. Martin, if you’d follow me.”
    “Why does she get to go with you?” Felicia whined.
    “You wanted me to handle the forms,” Jenny said stiffly. “If you’d rather...”
    “Oh...no.” Felicia shook her head quickly.
    “Just get it done.” Irving stalked over to an empty seat, followed by his sister.
    Jenny turned to Tru. Her expression softened fractionally. “I appreciate your help, but you don’t need to hang around. This may take a while. I can get a cab home.”
    “No way.” His tone brooked no argument. “I’ll wait and give you a ride.”
    This time, her hesitation was brief. “Okay. Thanks. Hopefully, I won’t be too long.”
    Her half smile hit him square in the chest. His next breath hurt, as though he’d bruised a rib. Damn. Some things never changed.
    As Jenny followed the nurse through the E.R. doors, Tru returned to his mom and told her the score. “I can take you home, then come back for Jenny.”
    “Don’t be silly. I want to wait for Jenny, to see if everything’s all right.” She frowned at him. “Are you feeling okay?”
    Tru realized he was rubbing the center of his chest. “I’m fine. A little hungry,” he lied.
    “I’ll make