"Are you trying to kill yourself?" He gestured sharply for her to exit the car. "You can't drive in this condition. I'm taking you to the hospital."
Joanne shook her head. "I just need rest. It's late—you should return to dinner with Quinn. Don't trouble yourself with me."
Zane remained silent. After a measured glance, he opened the rear door and scooped her into the backseat, disregarding her weak protests.
Her entire back was slick with cold sweat before Zane recognized the severity. "What's really wrong with you? Your monthly cycles never caused this much pain before."
"I had some iced water earlier," she lied with a strained smile, then immediately regretted it as another wave of white-hot pain knifed through her. That foolish drink had turned mild cramps into t*****e.
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