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heard her say, “See that it doesn’t.”
He barked out a laugh and saw her shoulders shake as she tried to
hold in her own glee. Calmness settled over him to know that he and
his mother were once again in good standing. She was an important
part of his life and he hated when they disagreed.
    Devon settled into his recycler, laid his hand over his
mate’s, and spoke, “Well, a chumann, here we are again…just you and me. And now you’ve
met my mom.”
    He
raised her hand to his cheek. At the skin to skin contact, an
electric current shot through his body, making a beeline to his
cock. His eyes slid shut and his breathing became labored. The
longer they touched, the more intense the feelings became, until
his erection pushed against the zipper of his jeans and he was
forced to let her hand fall from his face.
    The
sound of voices in the hall alerted him to the arrival of Samantha
and the specialist. Devon took a deep breath and used his
considerable self-control to rein in his raging libido, just as the
doctors entered the room. He stood while Sam introduced her
companion. “Devon Walsh, this is Dr. Jane Lawrence. Dr. Lawrence is
the top neurosurgeon in the country with a specialty in
trauma.”
    He
sensed her nervousness and knew she hurried with the introductions
to avoid the personal questions that would inevitably come. Without
answers, both Devon and Sam worried that Dr. Lawrence would become
suspicious of their relationship with the patient. It was something
they were getting good at avoiding as the days ticked past and more
unfamiliar doctors came to examine her. The hospital had been
incredibly lenient due to Sam’s sterling reputation, but he doubted
it would work with the woman before him.
    With a
smile and nod, Dr. Lawrence reviewed the chart Samantha had handed
her quickly, making small notes in the margins. Without looking up,
she commented, “I see you ordered another MRI and CAT scan, was
there a change that prompted this new testing?”
    He saw
Sam’s eyebrows rise at the other doctor’s question, but was
impressed with her quick thinking. “There was eye movement and
increased dilation during her last exam. You will see that in Dr.
Gallagher’s notes.”
    “Oh, yes here it is,” Dr. Lawrence answered in a somewhat
underwhelmed tone and Devon recognized her question for exactly
what it was…a way to double check her colleague’s work. He would
have laughed out loud at the outrage he saw on Sam’s face had he
not feared one or both women might kick him in the balls. Besides,
there was something just a little different about Dr. Lawrence that he
couldn’t get a read on.
    After a few more moments of strained silence, the specialist
returned the chart to the hook at the end of the bed and without a
word, moved closer to his mate. She stood staring, making him
wonder if she was trying to divine a diagnosis. Dr. Lawrence’s
intense stare and lack of movement was odd to say the least. The
longer it lasted, the more uncomfortable Devon grew. He looked to
Samantha for direction, only to find her looking like she was about
to pounce. Her brow was furrowed, her mouth turned down in a frown,
and her fists were clenched to the point of making her knuckles
white. He spoke through the link shared amongst all his brethren
and their mates, “Sam…”
    Her eyes snapped to his and she gave a quick shake of her
head. “Hang on just a sec,” was her only reply before she returned her stare
to the doctor.
    Devon counted to thirty before Dr. Lawrence’s stance relaxed,
glancing first at Sam and then Devon. Looking back to the patient
before speaking, she began, “From what I can see this woman has
been through a substantial trauma, but that is not what keeps her
from waking. I cannot pinpoint what is keeping her in the coma and I am not sure
further testing will reveal anything new, but it can’t hurt
either.”
    Sam was the first to speak, “Excuse me, Dr. Lawrence, I mean
no disrespect, but you didn’t