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starts, before looking up at me. As soon as her eyes meet mine, she draws back. 
    The judgment on her face pisses me off. Snapping my fingers in her face, I lean toward her. “Where the hell is my brother?”
    Yeah, I get the fact that I’m wearing a t-shirt as a dress, a pair of hooker heels, and nothing else. I may look like a two-dollar whore, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m here to see my brother. Still, she could treat me with a hint of respect and do her job. 
    Kane walks up behind me, and her eyes grow wide. A dreamy smile spreads across her face, and her mouth drops open. “Oh my. You’re Kane Travis.”
    Instead of sucking up her attention, he gets angry. Stepping forward, he places a meaty fist on the counter. “We’re in a rush here. Can you just give her the information she needs?”
    She looks from him to me, then back to the screen of her computer. It only takes me a second to figure out her problem; the stupid bitch has forgotten my brother’s name already. “Trey Sanders. He was brought in earlier tonight.”
    She presses a few keys, her hands shaking from nervousness. Finally, she looks up to me. “Your brother is in room 806.”
    Not willing to waste any more time, I walk toward the elevators, listening to his footsteps following close behind me. I press the up button before turning to Kane. “Thanks for the ride, but you can go now. There’s no reason for you to waste your night at the hospital.”
    “I’m gonna stick around for a bit,” he says as we step into the elevator and the doors close. I want to protest, want to force him to leave, but getting to Trey is more important right now. The elevator ride is quick as I bounce from one foot to the other, my need to see Trey only building with each minute.
    Ignoring Kane, I head down the hall to my brother’s room. When I open the door, Trey is lying in the bed, looking beaten to a pulp. Monitors are hooked up to him, and his arm is in a sling. I rush to the side of the bed, wrapping my arms around my little brother. “What the hell did you do this time? I told you to quit those damn fights.”
    I hear a sharp intake of breath behind me and realize that my shirt has just completely lifted up, showing my naked ass. Quickly standing up straight, it falls back down, and I do my best to pretend it didn’t happen. 
    Focusing back on my brother, I smack his uninjured arm. “I could kill you, you know. You don’t have to do this.”
    “Em, calm down,” he says, rubbing the spot I hit. “You know the next tuition payment is due at the end of the month. If you can strip to put me through school, I can take a beating to help you.”
    “What the hell?” Kane asks from over my shoulder. 
    Before I can respond to him, Trey looks behind me and lets out a gasp that has him sounding like a kid again. “Oh my God.”
    His eyes move back to me and finally land on my shirt, then he looks to Kane again. His head bobs between us, making him look like one of the Chihuahua dogs people put in the back window of their car. Finally, he settles on staring at his hero. “You’re Kane “Knock Out” Travis.”
    With that smile on his face, he looks like a little kid on Christmas. “I’ve watched every one of your fights, even before you signed on with the UFC. You’re bad ass, man.”
    “Hey, kid.” Kane nods his head at him. “Nice to meet you.”
    “Yeah, this is epic,” Trey says, trying to push himself up on the bed. 
    Tired of this hero worship, I step back and cross my arms over my chest. “Never mind him. You need to be worried about me. I told you to quit fighting, told you I would take care of everything.”
    Trey’s eyes grow bright with anger. “I’m eighteen years old now, sis. I don’t need you to take care of everything anymore. It’s your turn to get what you want now. There’s no damn way you want to be stripping.”
    Ignoring his words, not wanting to dwell on all the things I want, I fire right back at him.