"The last time, didn't you already make me do this at your hospital?" Willow snapped, digging her heels in and refusing to take another step forward.
People always say you regret not reading more when you need it most—well, it's the same with self-defense! If only she'd learned some judo throws or taken a self-defense class when she was younger, she wouldn't be in this mess now.
Beasley, noticing how she recoiled from his touch, tried to compromise. "If you cooperate and get checked out, I'll leave you alone."
"I'm not going! Let me go!" Willow didn't believe a word he said. She kept twisting, trying to break free from his iron grip.
Beasley's patience finally snapped. Frowning, he lowered his voice in warning. "If you keep this up, I'll just carry you in myself."
The threat worked. Willow froze, startled into stillness, her struggle forgotten.
"What's going on here?"
A calm, commanding male voice rang out behind them.
Hope surged through Willow—she recognized that voice. Ian!
Her body relaxed as if she'd been tossed a lifeline. She spun around and called out, "Dr. Lockwood, help!"
Ian's eyes widened in surprise, and he hurried over.
He'd never imagined that the woman being dragged along by this man would be Willow.
"Let her go!" Ian stepped between them and reached out, intent on shielding Willow behind him.
Beasley's expression shifted when he saw Ian—he recognized him instantly. Wasn't this the man from the photo Connor had sent him yesterday afternoon? He'd already had Sanford look into his background, but hadn't expected to run into him in person before the report came back.
While Beasley hesitated, Ian seized the moment and pulled Willow away, protecting her behind his back.

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