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bad. You would’ve enjoyed it.”
    I wanted to laugh, but restrained myself. “I think you meant the other way around.”
    “Are you kidding? You know you want to run your hands all over me. You just need official permission. Too bad you’re not a physical therapist.”
    I hated that he was right. But rules were rules. “I’m afraid someone else will have that privilege. Well, I think that pretty much covers everything. Unless you have any questions?”
    “When do I see you again?”
    “Honestly? You probably won’t. Your physical therapist and Dr. Hackett will take things from here. I’m not your doctor anymore, remember?”
    “That’s right. Since you’re not, you gotta tell me your first name.”
    I rolled my eyes. What could it hurt? “Brigid. My name’s Brigid.” He held out his hand to shake. Being polite, I shook. I wasn’t prepared for the warmth or the size of his hand. It engulfed mine like a human cocoon. Something about it was entirely too comforting.
    “Brigid.” That voice .
    Ooze .
    The heat from his hand was rapidly melting my defenses.
    “It suits you.”
    “What suits me?” I was on the verge of losing all self control.
    “Your name. Brigid. It’s strong. Unique. Exotic. Just like you.”
    For a boxing ring bruiser like him, he sure was articulate. I knew I was blushing and about a second away from letting him do anything he wanted with me.
    “Now that you’re not my doctor, it means you and me can go out on a regular date. How about dinner?”
    Reality smacked me in the chest. I reluctantly withdrew my hand from his and shoved it in my lab coat. I cleared my throat.
    “You’re blushing, Brigid.” His eyes darkened and the look of danger returned.
    “It’s hot in here.” I felt the urge to fan my face but I stuffed my free hand in my lab coat pocket instead.
    “I was thinking the same thing…”
    Ooze.
    Damn him.
    “Unfortunately, Lion, I mean, Mr. Maxwell, you’re still my patient.”
    One of his dimples appeared. Damn that dimple. It begged to be licked.
    Why had I said his name? I cleared my throat again. “As I said, once a patient, always a patient. You should be focused on your knee right now. I can’t stress enough how challenging the recovery process can be. So don’t get any ideas.”
    “I’ve got all kinds of ideas, Brigid. But something tells me my imagination is nothing compared to the reality…”
    Why was it that he could simply lay there and be excruciatingly hot? He didn’t even have to do anything. If Lion Maxwell had a sexy calendar of his own, the cover would be a picture of him as he looked right now. This image would also be inside as my birthday month: Sexy as hell September.
    “It was nice meeting you, Mr. Maxwell. Good luck with your knee.”
    I spun on my heel and rushed out of the exam room before I did something stupid.
    “Be seeing you, Brigid.”
    When I pushed past Lion’s entourage outside, I walked as fast as I could to the nearest exit.
    I needed fresh air or I was going to burst into flames inside my lab coat.

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    The full moon hung low over the hospital.
    I stood in front of the main doors of the ECU, staring at the night sky, trying to calm down. Several people stood outside with me, also star gazing. Some of them smoked cigarettes, the tips glowing orange like sluggish fireflies. Smoking wasn’t permitted this close to the entrance, but I wasn’t going to lecture anybody. They were here because their loved ones were hurt or sick or dying. I didn’t want to make things any worse for them than they already were. Sometimes, rules could be bent. For the right reasons.
    “You.”
    Startled, I turned to the sound of the voice.
    The woman who’d said it stood in the shadows.
    “Were you talking to me?” I couldn’t make out her face.
    “Yeah.” She sounded pissed and projected her irritation in jittery waves I could feel. My defenses immediately went up.
    “Can I help you with something?”
    “Yeah you can