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been civil to him. Still, he’d bought her time. She’d take it.
    And that look in his eye. She didn’t know what she’d done to deserve it, but she wished she did – so she couldn’t do it again. It’s like he…cared.
    “I’m not sure what is going on here, but Hannah shouldn’t be upset,” Trevor said in a calm voice. “You will have to leave.”
    So he was here in a medical role? Really? Surely not.
    Hannah’s father rose up to his full height and turned on Trevor. She had no idea how or why he was back here, but she needed the distraction. Anything to get rid of her father so she could get out of this room.
    “Do you know who I am?” her father said coolly in his I’ll-cut-you-into-ribbons-and-feed-you-to-the-dog tone of voice.
    “No, and I don’t particularly care. That you have lost control and are shouting at a level that is upsetting to other patients several rooms down is not only unacceptable but shows that you might need help yourself,” Trevor snapped, his gaze locked on her father as if he knew a python struck with a speed that most of its victims underestimated.
    “He’s my father,” Hannah muttered out loud. Inside she wanted to bounce up on the bed and cheer. Someone had actually stood up to her father.
    And she would as soon as she got over the shock.
    Of course he’d pay for this show of spirit. If not right now, in a few days Will would visit him and take care of the job himself. No one crossed her father. Not and lived to tell about it.
    He fed on fear.
    She should know. She’d been spoon-fed that shit since birth. But it was only after Will’s arrival in her life that she’d had a steady diet of it.
    *
    Trevor knew better than to take his gaze off this man. He had no idea where the asshole came from or what his point in hauling Hannah out of the hospital was, but he’d be damn sure to check out what and how and why. If Hannah didn’t want to be admitted to the sanatorium then someone had to be an advocate on her behalf. Trevor was a lawyer and a psychologist. The combination gave him many tools to deal with power hungry assholes like this one in front of him.
    Unfortunately, the world was full of them. The psychologist in him gave him an insight that helped him to deal with the patients’ legal issues in the courts. He often represented patients in this hospital.
    The administrators might not know about what was going on, but they would within minutes of him getting these men out of here.
    “Who the hell are you?” One of the two men standing guard, and yeah, there was no other word for it, stepped into the front and shoved his face into Trevor’s.
    He never took his gaze off the father, instead he lowered his own tones to just above glacial and snapped, “I’m Hannah’s lawyer.”
    Silence.
    He’d have laughed if he could.
    Hannah’s father’s shock was complete. As if no one had ever bucked him or his plans. Well, it was damn time. The guard interestingly backed off slightly and glanced at the boss as if saying, you’d better handle this .
    “I will have my team of lawyers contact you,” Hannah’s father said. “My daughter is leaving here now. Today.”
    Trevor reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a card. “Here’s my contact information.”
    The card was snatched from his hand and the men stormed out. Trevor released his breath and turned to look at Hannah. She had the blankets pulled up to her chin, a wide-eye look on her face.
    “Thank you,” she said. “It was an honor to see someone stand up – no matter how uselessly – to my father.”
    He studied her. “Uselessly?”
    “No one blocks him,” she said bitterly. “I’ll be loaded up and hauled out of here this afternoon, and there won’t be a damn thing I or you can do about it.”
    “Have you so little faith in the law?” he asked curiously, walking toward her.
    “I have a great deal of knowledge of my father and the men who work for him.” She nodded toward the open doorway.