“Put her on the bed, Wolfe,” Obian ordered.
When he set her down on the huge bed, she was finally able to catch a glimpse of the short, wrinkled man. Wow. He didn’t look far off a hundred and fifty. Then to her shock, he stepped up to Aleki and reaching up on tiptoes, gave him a smack around the head.
“Hey, what was that for!” Aleki rubbed his head.
“I am not your grandpa. Rude boy.” He walked towards her. Well, shuffled because he didn’t lift his feet properly. A wide, charming smile crossed his face as he bowed slightly.
“Hello, sweet flower. I am Obian. Palace physician and long-suffering acquaintance of Caleb, Aleki, and Wolfe.”
“Acquaintance? Ouch, that hurts, man,” Aleki complained as he rubbed his head.
Obian shot him a quelling look. “Hush. Now, my sweet flower, would you like these buffoons to leave while I examine you?”
“We’re not leaving,” Caleb said firmly. “We have the right to stay.”
“She has a right to privacy while I examine her, but if I must, I will order a screen to give her this. And you will not stop me.”
A battle of wills ensued and she cleared her throat. “It’s okay if they stay.”
“You are sure, sweet flower? I am not opposed to using my muscle to get rid of them.”
What muscle? But she refrained from asking and instead gave him a smile. “I’m sure.”
“I’ll go wash my hands, sweet flower. Get comfortable.”
She waited until he left to glance over at Caleb. “Why is he calling me sweet flower?”
“Who knows?” he said. “He’s a big flirt.”
“You need panties,” Wolfe stated, going to a drawer to find some. “Unless he wants to do a pelvic exam.”
“He’s not doing a pelvic exam,” she said firmly.
“How long since you had a pelvic exam?” Obian asked cheerfully as he walked back in.
“Six months.”
“All good?”
“Yes, everything was fine.”
“No need then.” He waved a hand.
“Good, then you can put panties on.” Wolfe knelt by her feet and held up a scrap of lace that hardly seemed to constitute panties.
“Obian, turn around,” Wolfe commanded.
“All of you can turn around,” she countered.
“Why?” Wolfe asked. “I’ve seen you naked.”
“Me too.” Aleki grinned.
“I haven’t,” Caleb said mournfully.
“Turn. All of you.” She stared at them until they all turned and she slipped the panties on under Aleki’s T-shirt, which was miles too big.
Thankfully, Obian didn’t take long examining her and his touch was sure and professional. After a minute, she was regretting letting the guys stay, though, as they glared at him every time he touched her.