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“Are you trying to get rid of me?”
    Nick grinned wickedly. “We have a winner. Yes. Get lost. As soon as you leave, I can call a nurse in here and ask for a sponge bath. Maybe you and I can both get lucky.”
    Hank shook his head, then grabbed his coat off the chair, and headed for the door. “One of these days that sense of humor of yours is going to cost you, Nick. Life isn’t always fun and games, you know.”
    “True, but think of the alternative. Would you rather me be like Director Templar? Hell, I don’t know how that woman can walk with that stick up her ass. Now go, before I ask you to help me with my bedpan.”
    Hank grimaced. “I’m outta here.”
    After Hank was gone, Nick closed his eyes, tired of trying to act tough. His side hurt like hell and he needed a painkiller.
    He grabbed the nurses’ call button and pressed hard.
    “What do you need, Nick?” his nurse asked.
    “I need something for pain. Could you bring me enough to take down, say, a small elephant?”
    “Okay, Nick. I’ll bring you something to take the edge off.”
    “Now. And I need more than just an edge taken off. I need a top, a bottom, and everything in between.”
    “I’ll be right there.”
    A few minutes later, his nurse, Carol walked in with a smile on her face and a syringe in her hand. "This should help."
    Nick watched her insert the needle into his IV and waited. The drug hit almost immediately, and made him feel like he was floating on a cloud of cotton with a blond angel hovering above him.
    “Wow, that’s great. Hey, Carol?”
    “Yes?” She leaned in and adjusted his pillows.
    Mustering a cockeyed grin, he asked, “Could I have a sponge bath?”
    Her amber eyes sparkled with amusement. “If you’d like.”
    “Yeah, that would be great.” Nick’s eyelids grew heavy.
    “Would you like me to wash you all over?”
    Nick was confused. Why was she talking so slow?
    “Oh—yeah,” he said, then yawned.
    He closed his eyes when they grew too heavy to keep open.
     
    Shiloh peeked inside the door of Nick’s hospital room door. He lay on his back, asleep. She walked in and closed the door quietly behind her.
    As she sat in the chair next to Nick’s bed, guilt filled her for assigning him to the sewage plant detail in the first place. He could have been killed.
    She’d gotten home from Oak Haven to find a message on her machine informing her that Agent Trent had been shot and was recovering in hospital. Nicholas had managed to shoot the perpetrator, who was also in the hospital––in serious condition and under heavy guard. A homemade pipe bomb had been found at the scene—a device with enough plastic explosives to cause a lot of damage to the facility.
    How was she going to let Trent go now? He and Hank Dawson were literally heroes. Nicholas would probably receive a commendation for his bravery.
    She glanced at him, noting his pale complexion. He looked so young and innocent. Just a baby really… though one with a wicked tongue. He thought he was something special, the way he strutted around in his ass-ripped jeans and screw-you attitude. Clearly a free spirit. Something she’d never been.
    Shiloh took a moment to study his features. His lashes were long, blond, yet tipped in a slightly darker shade. His nose was quite regal. She knew his eyes were a soft blue that darkened when he was angry.
    And his mouth.
    Shiloh swallowed hard, and followed the line of his lips with her eyes. Full. Kissable.
    Would his tongue be as sharp and probing in passion as it was with his lashing wit? He fascinated her, though she wasn’t going to analyze why. She’d be too ashamed to admit that a man she usually couldn’t stand to be in the same room with, excited her physically as he slept.
    She snorted at the thought and her hands flew to her mouth when his eyes fluttered open. She peered around for a place to hide, but found herself stuck.
    He blinked, then grinned sheepishly. “If it isn’t old Iron Maiden herself, come