“What happened?” Spegal asks, setting his bag down on the floor and moving to the bed.
“Shock,” I say. “But she was sick yesterday. Could be related.”
Dr. Spegal leans over Jessa and checks her vitals. Then he brings out the stethoscope. At one point, he raises her blouse and starts pushing his fingers into the side of her stomach.
I frown, the sudden surge of displeasure tainting my eyes with red spots. I’m glad that Spegal is an older man. And I happen to know he’s a family man to boot. That’s the only thing stopping me from grabbing him by the collar and dragging him away from my woman.
I stiffen. My woman. The thought is like a bucket of cold water dumped down my back.
I can’t deny I’ve felt protective over Jessa in the past. But this is different. It’s possessive, in a way I’ve n
