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Jack dropped into his chair with a little help from Jingles, who kept his hand firmly on Jack’s shoulder. Jack glared at the doctor and circled his hand at him, to let him know he could continue.

“As I was saying, given that you had been in a bar…” The doctor paused, waiting to see if Jack would lose his shit again.

Jack just glared.

“The drug screen showed GHB in your system.”

“Greg,” I whispered.

“What?” Jack growled.

“Sam, do you know who did this?” the doctor asked.

“Maybe,” I admitted.

“I will need to have the police come and get a statement.”

“No need, Doc. I’ll call the sheriff right now,” Jingles hissed and walked out of the room.

“I want to keep you here for a few hours just to monitor your vitals and make sure there are no adverse reactions. You should be able to go home tonight.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

As soon as Dr. James left the room, I looked at Jack.

“Tell me,” he growled.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Jack

“Tell me,” I growled.

“Jack, please can we wait for the sheriff? I’m tired.”

The door opened, and King and the sheriff walked in, followed by Jingles.

“That was fast,” Sammy remarked.

“They were in the hall. Johnny called King after we left,” Jingles explained.

“Why? We didn’t know what happened,” I asked.

“Johnny called me and said some guy was hitting on Samantha. And when she started acting odd, he thought it might be connected.”

“Hey, Sam.”

“Hey, Sheriff.”

“Bad day?”

“You have no idea.” Sammy laughed.

“This isn’t funny, Sammy.”

How she could laugh was beyond me. I was fuming. I could barely control the flames coursing through my body, heating me up.

“I’m fine, Jack. Jingles was with me and got me here.”