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her eyes as she studied him.
                  “You’re hurting…sir?” Jessica asked him.
    Her voice was soft. There was an undertone of concern that he was surprised to hear. After all, she’d left his ass high and dry.
                  “Some, Sergeant,” Tyson answered.
                  Without saying anything else she left the room. Tyson nearly shouted out for her to stay. He had found her and wasn’t even aware he was looking. Her walking away in that moment did something to his insides. It felt real close to panic but he managed to tamp it down.
                  “So…like I said. You know her,” Marcus’ voice reached Tyson across the room.
                  “I used to know her,” Tyson allowed.
                  “Who is she to you?”
                  “No…” Tyson stopped. He couldn’t even say it. She would never be “nobody” to him. “Like I said, someone I used to know. I haven’t seen her in five years, maybe even close to six.” Who was he kidding? He knew exactly how long it had been since he’d seen Jessica Watts.
                  “J.C.?” Marcus queried. Tyson knew he wanted her name.
    “Her name is Jessica. Jessica Caroline Watts. I guess they’re using the initials.”
    “Well, she’s been here every day .”
                  “So?” Tyson asked with a frown.
                  “ So …the way you guys just stared at each other and the way she’s been hovering, it seems like you know her.”
    Marcus said the last with a raised brow just before Jessica returned to the room. His meaning wasn’t lost on Tyson, but Tyson didn’t have time to respond. She approached him and his body tensed in response to her nearness…and the overwhelming need to touch her.
     
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                  Jessica walked over to Tyson’s bed. She had a syringe that she used to inject pain medication into his fluids. She had just ripped a “new one” for the private on duty that had fouled up Tyson’s medication schedule. As the medicine moved into his system, she could see his brow relax and the lines around his sensually curved mouth smooth out. She tried not to stare at his lips.
    He relaxed back into the bed and Jessica couldn’t resist using her hand to brush down his bedding. It was as close as she could come to touching Tyson, and she needed to do it. Being this close to him for the last few days just emphasized what she had already known. She had never gotten over him. As her hand came to rest at the edge of the bed, Tyson covered it with his own warm palm. Jessica had to fight the whimper that threatened to escape her because of the warm feeling in her gut that his touch invoked. She looked up from their hands to look into his storm-colored eyes.
                  “So, you really were there the other day. When I was brought in from the field.” His voice was low, a little rough. It caused a prickling along her spine.
                  “Yes.”
                  Jessica could feel his fingers curve around her hand. She briefly closed her eyes at the sensation that the gesture caused. It was like an electrical current ran up her arm. Her eyes flew open and went to his when she felt his fingers work their way up her wrist. Her breathing deepened as the tips of his fingers slowly ascended the length of her inner arm up toward her elbow. Her focus narrowed in size to just the two of them.
                  Tyson didn’t say a word. His eyes shifted to follow the path of his hand and then traveled on up to meet her gaze again. She couldn’t speak. Wouldn’t have known what to say even if she was able to utter words.
                  “Jessica.” Hearing her name from his lips was a wonder. It never sounded so good as when it came forth from his mouth. “I thought you were a dream,” Tyson stated in a