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how he knew she liked sugar and milk in her coffee, not to mention giving her the mug she used on a daily basis when there was a variety in her cupboard. Fortunately, she seemed too preoccupied to notice. She stirred in enough milk to make the coffee a rich caramel color.
    “We’ll get you in to see Dr. Anderson first thing,” Dane said in an effort to keep her mind off of the coffee.
    Her face fell and she took the lid off the sugar bowl. “I don’t have insurance and I definitely don’t have the cash to pay for something like this.” She pointed to her cheek.
    “You are going to see Dr. Anderson.” Colton reached her and slipped his fingers under her chin, forcing her to look up. “It’ll be taken care of.”
    Anger flashed across her face and she pushed his hand away. “I’m not a charity case.”
    Colton and Dane both frowned. “Of course not. We don’t think of you as one,” Colton said.
    Drew looked away.
    “If it makes you feel better, you can make payments,” Dane said. “Take as long as you need to pay it off.”
    She bit her lower lip as she brought her fingers to the large bandage that ran from her cheekbone to the corner of her mouth and anger flashed through Dane yet again at the thought of what the mugger had done to her. Not only the bruises on her face, her black eye, and the cut across her cheek, but also fury over what the bastard had done to her emotionally.
    Drew looked at her hands again before raising her eyes and looking up at the men.
    “All right.” She sucked in her breath then let it out. “But I’m making payments. You’re not footing the bill. Got that?”
    Dane and Colton both nodded. “We just want you to be happy, Drew,” Colton said.
    “Paying for it myself will make me happy.” She gave a wry smile. “I must be vainer than I think I am because the thought of a scar on my face really sucks.”
    “If that’s vanity, then we’re all vain.” Dane smiled in return. “Anyone would feel the same way.”
    Drew scooped three teaspoons of sugar into her coffee, stirred it, and closed her eyes as she sipped from the mug. When she opened her eyes, she said, “Just what I needed.”
    Dane got out syrup, plates, and forks, and he folded paper towels into squares for napkins. When breakfast was ready, Drew ate as if she hadn’t eaten anything in ages.
    Once they’d cleaned up after breakfast, Colton rested his hand on Drew’s shoulder. “We’ll head to our place to shower and change, then pick you up and take you to the police station and then your appointment.”
    “Are you going to be all right?” Dane asked. He and Colton really didn’t want to leave her but they had an idea that she was feeling odd over what had happened between the three of them and she probably needed a little time alone.
    “I’ll be fine.” She gestured toward the corner where the treadmill was. “I’ll get some time in on the treadmill and then take another shower.”
    Colton kissed her forehead then headed toward the door and disarmed the system. “Lock up and set the alarm again when we leave.”
    “See you, beautiful.” Dane pressed his lips to her uninjured cheek before following Colton out the front door then closing it firmly behind him.
    The bolt lock thumped into place after they’d closed the door, then Dane heard the beep of buttons pressed on the alarm, telling them she’d set the security system. Last night had clearly spooked her.
    As he walked beside Colton to the elevator, Dane dragged his hand down his face. He hated to leave Drew. The thought of how she could have been killed last night sat heavy in his gut. He’d wanted to beat the shit out of the mugger and had barely restrained himself to a couple of punches when they’d taken the bastard down.
    Colton pushed the elevator’s down button. “She’ll be all right.”
    “She’s tough.” Dane shook his head. “Scared the shit out of me last night, though. Thank God for your cop sense.”
    “Scared me,