Even if the pain killed me, I couldn't go to the hospital.
Otherwise, they'd find out I'm a woman.
Zachary Redgrave had already spent ages patiently trying to talk some sense into her, but Zoe Yates was being completely stubborn, refusing to go to the hospital no matter what he said.
"Whoa, Redgrave, what are you doing?"
Zoe Yates frantically grabbed the collar of Zachary Redgrave's T-shirt, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest.
Zachary Redgrave had actually swept her up into a princess carry.
"Taking you to the hospital, of course."
Zoe Yates looked up at Zachary Redgrave, her face burning. To be held so intimately, in such a suggestive position, by her idol...
"Redgrave, why are you so worried about me?"
"If you drop dead from the pain in here, the police will think I murdered you. I'm just looking out for myself. As if I care about you. In your dreams."
Zachary Redgrave glanced impatiently at Zoe Yates. "Why is your face red?"
"Huh?"
