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“Nice to meet you, Dr. Rory. These are my…uh—” He hesitates, uncertain how to explain his four mates. “My patient, Grayson, and my associates, Gideon and Nix. Thank you for letting us use your equipment today.”

“My pleasure. I have the technician and radiologist available for you, as well.”

“Oh, well. That’s kind. Thank you. I don’t think we’ll need the radiologist. I’m well-versed in interpretation.”

The last thing they need is for anyone to get a look at something they shouldn’t. And Finn has a creeping feeling that this might fall under the heading ofFOR HIS EYES ONLY.

“But thank you for your kindness.”

“Oh, well, if you’re certain? It’s this way. Do your guests want to wait here?”

“No!” echoes from the other three members of the Rhodes pack, and Finn clenches his jaw.

Finn pastes his best bureaucratic smile on.

“If it’s alright with you, Mr. Rory, we’d like to stick together.”

“Certainly. This way.”

They make their way to the elevators, and Nix slips his hand into Finn’s. It’s a welcome comfort.

It’s going to be okay, Finn.

Nix’s voice is just as deep in his head as it is in real life, and he smiles.You are so hot when you are in doctor mode. Sigh.

He can’t help but chuckle at the narrated sigh, pushing his glasses up his nose with a wink.

He gets a vivid image of a naked Nix being held up and fucked in the elevator by his three alphas—while the fussy Mr. Rory watches—for his trouble.

He coughs and squeezes Nix’s hand, hard.

That’ll teach you. But also, do you think he’d be down? He’d probably blow a gasket.

Thankfully, before Finn has to entertain the thought of an aroused hospital administrator, the elevator opens on the quiet basement level. They pass the CT Scan area, ultrasounds, general X-ray, and two MRI machine rooms.

“This is machine one. It’s state-of-the-art, high-field resolution imaging. A gift to the hospital from an estate at the end of last year. We are very proud of her,” Mr. Rory boasts.

Gideon snorts, not at all impressed by Mr. Rory, his misogyny, or his posturing.

Finn quickly covers his snort by clearing his throat.

“Grayson has had one other MRI before, so he knows the drill.”

Grayson had fallen from a ladder in the Art House a year and a half ago, and Finn had insisted, as he’d had back pain that hadn’t disappeared asquickly as he’d liked.

“Wonderful. I’ll visit with my staff until you’re done. A superb administrator’s work is never done, you know.”

“Thank you, Dr. Rory,” Finn adds and watches as the big man approaches the technicians’ work station. The looks of resignation on their faces say it all.

“Okay, you two have to stay out here. In fact, Nix, give me a second.”

Finn finds what he’s looking for inside an empty X-ray room, and when he comes back, he brandishes them like a trophy.

“Ta-da! Please wear these. I am sure it’s safe down here, but just in case.”

He lifts Nix’s sweatshirt and clips on a lead apron on the front over the babies, and a second around his back—effectively blocking any stray rays of energy from getting to their babies.

Nix’s eyes go misty, and Finn hears:This is the most romantic thing you have ever done for me, Dr. Merritt. And that’s saying something.