me?”
Sean shrugged. “Because she’s a stubborn woman, that’s why. She said she was fine. I don’t even think Juan and Maria know. She worries about everyone else.”
Sean could see the angry look. “I will be back,” she said in a terse voice, and Sean groaned helplessly.
*******
Mick squatted down, watching Zeke. “Show me again,” she said.
Zeke took another long blade of grass and put it between both thumbs, clasping his hands together, he put his thumbs to his lips and blew. A gentle whistling sound rang out from his hands.
“That is so cool! Let me try,” Mick said, and Zeke giggled. They both laughed then looked up to see Isabella coming their way with a purposeful gait. Mick frowned slightly at the angry look on the doctor’s face.
Zeke saw it as well. “Doctor Rivera looks angry.”
Mick nodded. “Yeah, what did you do?” she scolded playfully and the little boy giggled again. They both stood as Isabella marched up to them. Zeke was standing in front of Mick who grinned.
“Hi, what...?”
“Ezekiel, would you please excuse us. Uno momento, por favor .”
Mick noticed the switch to her native tongue and got worried. She quickly pulled Zeke in front of her and put an arm around him.
Isabella glared. “Do not hide behind a little boy, Mick,” she said tersely.
“He is not a little boy. He is a man,” Mick said with mock indignation, all the while petrified of the glare in the lovely hazel eyes.
Zeke saw the anger in the doctor’s eyes; he was glad she was not angry with him. He turned and looked up at Mick. “I do not mind being a little boy right now, Mick. Adios ,” he said quickly and ran.
“Wait…” Mick reached for her protection in vain, as he scooted away. She stopped at the angry look, completely confused. “Isabe…”
“Do not say a word…” Then the Spanish came.
She was quietly ranting in her native tongue and Mick stood there, mouth gaping trying desperately to hear a word she recognized. A litany of angry Spanish spouted forth. She wagged a finger in Mick’s direction; she leaned back in a protective gesture. Then she heard the only phrase she recognized ‘ muy loco’ …
“Hey…” Mick interrupted indignantly and frowned. She was trying not to feel like Lucy while Ricky went off in a Latin tirade.
Suddenly, Isabella stopped and took a deep breath. “Come with me,” she said and turned on her heels and marched away.
“Uh, no.” Mick was stunned as she blinked. When Isabella whirled around and glared once again, she very compliantly, which was so unlike her, followed the angry doctor. She gave a pleading look to Juan and Maria, who shrugged helplessly. Sean looked like he’d divulged top-secret information. He smiled apologetically, which concerned Mick.
“I’m so sorry,” he said quickly.
“What did…?”
“Inside,” Isabella said as she angrily unzipped the tent.
Mick still had no clue what was happening. “I…”
Isabella spouted Spanish again and then stopped and repeated so Mick would have no doubt.
“Do not argue with me right now,” she said in a low voice that sent a shiver down Mick’s spine. She helplessly looked around and saw everyone stunned as she walked into her tent. Isabella followed her.
“Okay. Wanna tell me what in the hell is going on?” Mick asked, too confused to be angry.
“Take off your shirt,” Isabella ordered.
Mick’s eyebrows shot up. “Wha…um...”
“Now.”
Mick complied and took off her shirt. She stood there in her black tank top. “That one as well.”
Mick now chuckled nervously and blushed horribly. “Um, Isabella, what are you doing? Is this a ploy to get me undressed?”
The doctor walked up to Mick and looked at her side. She saw the bandage under the black material. She reached in and firmly pressed her hand on the wound, and Mick let out a yelp of pain. “Shit! Dammit!”
“Precisely. Now, take off that top,” Isabella ordered. Mick, wincing, pulled the top over her
Sean shrugged. “Because she’s a stubborn woman, that’s why. She said she was fine. I don’t even think Juan and Maria know. She worries about everyone else.”
Sean could see the angry look. “I will be back,” she said in a terse voice, and Sean groaned helplessly.
*******
Mick squatted down, watching Zeke. “Show me again,” she said.
Zeke took another long blade of grass and put it between both thumbs, clasping his hands together, he put his thumbs to his lips and blew. A gentle whistling sound rang out from his hands.
“That is so cool! Let me try,” Mick said, and Zeke giggled. They both laughed then looked up to see Isabella coming their way with a purposeful gait. Mick frowned slightly at the angry look on the doctor’s face.
Zeke saw it as well. “Doctor Rivera looks angry.”
Mick nodded. “Yeah, what did you do?” she scolded playfully and the little boy giggled again. They both stood as Isabella marched up to them. Zeke was standing in front of Mick who grinned.
“Hi, what...?”
“Ezekiel, would you please excuse us. Uno momento, por favor .”
Mick noticed the switch to her native tongue and got worried. She quickly pulled Zeke in front of her and put an arm around him.
Isabella glared. “Do not hide behind a little boy, Mick,” she said tersely.
“He is not a little boy. He is a man,” Mick said with mock indignation, all the while petrified of the glare in the lovely hazel eyes.
Zeke saw the anger in the doctor’s eyes; he was glad she was not angry with him. He turned and looked up at Mick. “I do not mind being a little boy right now, Mick. Adios ,” he said quickly and ran.
“Wait…” Mick reached for her protection in vain, as he scooted away. She stopped at the angry look, completely confused. “Isabe…”
“Do not say a word…” Then the Spanish came.
She was quietly ranting in her native tongue and Mick stood there, mouth gaping trying desperately to hear a word she recognized. A litany of angry Spanish spouted forth. She wagged a finger in Mick’s direction; she leaned back in a protective gesture. Then she heard the only phrase she recognized ‘ muy loco’ …
“Hey…” Mick interrupted indignantly and frowned. She was trying not to feel like Lucy while Ricky went off in a Latin tirade.
Suddenly, Isabella stopped and took a deep breath. “Come with me,” she said and turned on her heels and marched away.
“Uh, no.” Mick was stunned as she blinked. When Isabella whirled around and glared once again, she very compliantly, which was so unlike her, followed the angry doctor. She gave a pleading look to Juan and Maria, who shrugged helplessly. Sean looked like he’d divulged top-secret information. He smiled apologetically, which concerned Mick.
“I’m so sorry,” he said quickly.
“What did…?”
“Inside,” Isabella said as she angrily unzipped the tent.
Mick still had no clue what was happening. “I…”
Isabella spouted Spanish again and then stopped and repeated so Mick would have no doubt.
“Do not argue with me right now,” she said in a low voice that sent a shiver down Mick’s spine. She helplessly looked around and saw everyone stunned as she walked into her tent. Isabella followed her.
“Okay. Wanna tell me what in the hell is going on?” Mick asked, too confused to be angry.
“Take off your shirt,” Isabella ordered.
Mick’s eyebrows shot up. “Wha…um...”
“Now.”
Mick complied and took off her shirt. She stood there in her black tank top. “That one as well.”
Mick now chuckled nervously and blushed horribly. “Um, Isabella, what are you doing? Is this a ploy to get me undressed?”
The doctor walked up to Mick and looked at her side. She saw the bandage under the black material. She reached in and firmly pressed her hand on the wound, and Mick let out a yelp of pain. “Shit! Dammit!”
“Precisely. Now, take off that top,” Isabella ordered. Mick, wincing, pulled the top over her
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