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Dangerous Liaison

... course," she nodded.

We gave the scores, and I felt bad because we all knew it probably wasn't enough to get them through. Then Amelia requested they attend a medical, and told me she would follow it up in the next break.

The day continued, and we eliminated more couples. Until we were left with the brilliant talent and a few very lucky scrape-throughs who would have to up their game.

We were all surprised and pleased to see that Frankie and Cam had made it through. Amelia updated us that Frankie had been beaten up just a couple of days prior, and had severe bruising and suspected cracked ribs.

"They don't know if the attack was homophobic or racially motivated," she said, clearly upset. "I spoke with his doctor and Dr Chazel."

I was confused. "Wait, two doctors?"

"Ah, Mr Vega-Caro had a friend who is a doctor travel with him. Mr Armstrong's brother."

My hand jumped slightly and I dropped my notepad, bending quickly and grabbing it. "Sorry, um, yes, well I know that Robert Armstrong is a medical doctor."

"Yes. It seems they know Mr Vega-Caro well. Dr Armstrong, David. He came over to help. It looks like they are taking good care of him."

"Amelia, perhaps you would be kind enough to follow this up in a few weeks? Via Dr Chazel of course, we cannot get involved during the competition."

"Yes, I would like to actually. Thank you, Armenia."

"I'll see you tomorrow, for the draw."

"Yes, goodnight."

I let out a long breath as we ...

... separated.

Feeling like a fraud and a hypocrite, I strode down the corridor and dragged out my phone.

Shit! Things were getting complicated. And why the fucking, fuck, hadn't he warned me?

Then I saw the text. 'I'm in Paris, at the ballroom. Frankie was hurt. Don't freak if you see me. D.'

Shit, right, well. They were probably long gone, I thought as I turned a corner and crashed straight into Robbie Armstrong, my phone flying out of my hand.

"Shit. Sorry."

"Mr Franklin, I'm so sorry."

I managed to smile. "The scores are in Robbie, I think we're okay now. Well done, you got lucky getting matched with Mia."

"Tell me," he laughed. "Oh, this is my brother, David."

David smiled as handed me my phone, I noticed he had shut the screen down. "Mr Franklin, good to see you. How's the knee?"

"Dr Armstrong," I nodded. "Doing well thanks. Bit stiff from sitting on my ass all day, but I'll get it moving now."

"I forgot you two had met," Robbie admitted. "Sorry, we've been a wee bit distracted."

"I appreciate you giving me permission to tell Robbie I had treated you," David said. "It would have been awkward trying to avoid your name coming up in conversation."

"No worries. It's not a secret. My knee," I clarified for no reason, and David shot me a look. "Um, is Frankie going to be okay. He's a great kid."

"We've got him," Robbie said, his eyes hardening.

I glanced at David, seeing the same dangerous look in his eyes. Both these men had taken a vow to heal, but ...