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She could feel herself going bright red. Whoops.

“Umm, maybe?”

Doc turned to Clint. “Butt stuff?”

Clint shrugged as he moved the blanket off her and reached for her jeans.

“There’s always butt stuff with you, Doc,” she muttered.

Doc rolled his eyes.

Clint leaned in to whisper in her ear. “There’s plenty of butt stuff you like.”

Oh dear Lord.

He slid her jeans and panties down, taking them off entirely. Then he rolled her so she was facing away from Doc. She knew the drill and pulled her legs up to her chest. Clint placed the blanket back over her, rubbing her back gently as he sat on the bed, his thigh brushing up against her back.

“Good. Raise the blanket and part her bottom cheeks for me.”

She buried her face in the pillows as she felt Clint following Doc’s orders.

“Here’s the thermometer, Charlie,” Doc said quietly, slipping the cool, glass rod deep into her bottom.

Jeez, with how often she had this done you would think it would get easier.

It did not.

Clint rubbed her back, knowing this wasn’t fun for her.

Doc pulled the thermometer free moments later. “Keep her covered with the blanket. Charlie, you can roll over.”

She moved onto her back and looked up at Doc as Clint rearranged the blanket.

“Charlie, when is the last time you ate?” Doc asked.

She blinked. Then she forced her mind to think.

Doc made a noise of displeasure. “I’m guessing if it’s taking you this long to remember then it was too long ago.”

“Charlotte, what did you have for lunch?” Clint asked.

Lunch? She glanced over at the clock on the bedside table. Shoot. How was it two already?

“I think I forgot. Sorry. But I ate breakfast.”

“Really?” Doc asked. “And what did you have?”

“Ahh, Lucky Charms.”

Clint groaned. “Charlotte, that is not a proper breakfast.”

“Sorry,” she whispered. “I was in a rush and I wasn’t very hungry. There’s a lot going on at the moment.”

Clint ran his hand over his face. “This is my fault. I haven’t been around much lately. You think she fainted because she didn’t eat enough today?”

Doc reached out a hand and gently grasped hold of hers. He examined her nails and fingers. “When was the last time you drank some water?”

She licked her lips. “I’m…I’m not sure.”

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