From The Grey House:
Natalia’s breath caught, and her heart was hammering in her chest. Rebecca, close enough to smell the changes, took a step back, an amused look on her face. She snorted, placed the First Aid kit on the desk, threw out the old bandages and headed for the door.
“Don’t scratch her back; she’s badly cut up.” Her hand was on the doorknob.
“And you’re leaving without my permission because?” He was looking at Natalia, who was still standing in her jeans and gauze shirt that covered her torso from breasts to hips. The look in her eye intrigued him. He had to try hard to remember his purpose here.
Rebecca snorted again and stepped out of the room. “Because three’s a crowd.”