Blake POV:
“I can’t believe that you were about to let that drunk i***t take care of Dallas.” Avery shot at me with either of her hands lifted around her chest to let me know that she was soberly serious about her opinion of me right now. “He wasn’t even a qualified doctor. He was a f*****g vet.”
“You are not yet a qualified doctor either.” I carefully whispered, truly scared of her reaction.
To be honest, I don’t think I have ever been more impressed by someone. The ease with which Avery took control of the situation was not something that I was used to. Usually, it was me barking orders at my men.
The way they reacted to her taking control affected me, too. They would not dare question her at that moment, and I knew not to challenge her either. I was worried about Dallas, yes, but I
