MaGrath answered the incessant pounding on the front door of the clinic. He expected to find some sort of emergency needing his attention. Instead, Paxton stood there, a worried look on his face.
“Liam, are you busy?”
“No. I was just enjoying a little play time with Iain. Why? Is there a problem?” He checked outside, in case the patient was there, but the second appeared to be alone. Not spotting anyone, he frowned at the man. “What’s the problem?”
“I don’t know if there is one,” Paxton admitted. “I went to the lodge to speak to Atty, but she’s not answering the door.”
“You sure she’s there?” MaGrath’s gaze darted across the yard to the lodge.
“Yes. Amherst says she hasn’t left it.”
This time the physician turned to the guard who stood on duty a few yards away from the battle lord’s
