Her damn husband was sitting right there. Well, not her real husband but the good doctor didn’t know that.
He might need a lesson in manners.
“Do you need to touch her like that?” Wolfe snapped.
The doctor glared at him. “Are you insinuating that I am touching my patient inappropriately?”
“He wasn’t saying that, were you, Wolfe?” Genevieve frowned at him.
He shrugged. Actually, he was totally insinuating that.
“Why don’t we start that again,” Ethan suggested. “How are you feeling, Vivi?”
Hell, he didn’t even like her name coming from this asshole’s lips. This wasn’t good. He was supposed to keep Aleki and Caleb from becoming too involved. From acting with their hearts.
Wolfe wasn’t certain he even had a damn heart. Aleki told him if he did there was no way he could watch those cute cat vids that Aleki loved without smiling.
So yeah, maybe he didn’t have a heart.
He still wanted to kill the asshole doctor smiling down at Genevieve.
Genevieve opened her mouth and Wolfe knew she was going to lie again. Brat needed a good spanking.
Fuck.
“Vivi,” Caleb spoke gently before she could. “The doctor needs the truth of how you’re feeling.”
“But I am fine,” she whispered back.
Caleb gave her a firm look. “We all know that’s not true.”
Genevieve sighed. “I still think you’re all making a fuss about nothing. I just feel a bit tired and weak.”
“You came in here with a temperature of a hundred and three. Your pulse was slow and your blood pressure was low.” Ethan set a cuff around her arm as he spoke. “You have a badly sprained ankle and an infected wound on your arm that appears to be a bullet wound. Does that sound like you’re fine?”
Wait. What the fuck?
Wolfe straightened and beside him, Aleki raised his face. But it was Caleb who spoke.
“What the fuck did you just say?” he snapped.
The doctor frowned at him as Genevieve jumped in surprise.
“What part of it did you not hear?” Ethan asked snootily.
“The part where she was fucking shot and you took over twenty-four hours to tell us that!” Caleb snarled back.
“She is my patient, not you. And I wasn’t going to give you information about her health without her consent.”
“You don’t think that her safety trumped your fucking morals?” Caleb roared. “She was shot! Whoever shot her could be looking for her right now!”
Fuck. Who the fuck shot her?
“Aren’t you supposed to report all gunshot wounds by law?” Wolfe asked.
“Yes. But you’re paying me for my discretion.”
“We’re paying you to tell us when the women we have brought in has been shot!” Wolfe scowled at the doctor until he gulped nervously.