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can’t help you with clean underwear.”
    “That’s okay, really. I appreciate the change of clothing.”
Carly followed him down the hall to a bathroom and she noticed that the door to
the room that Tony had been in was open and the bed was empty.
    She shrugged and stepped into the bathroom. She showered,
then dried off and got dressed in the clothes Nolan had brought her. She simply
wadded her dirty clothes up and put them in her backpack. That was the nice
thing about scrubs, no one seemed to care if they were wrinkled and they
laundered so nicely. Carly quickly combed through her hair and pulled it back
into another French braid.
    Carly walked down the stairs to the kitchen and found all
three men sitting at the counter. They all rose in a display of old-fashioned
courtesy that surprised her. Carly waved them back to their seats and joined
them at the counter. Nolan poured her another cup of coffee, then put a plate
full of waffles on the table. A plate of bacon and sausages and a bowl of fresh
fruit quickly joined the waffles.
    The four of them ate a very hearty breakfast. Carly was used
to keeping strange hours, but this was the first time in a long time she had
been with people who weren’t medical professionals who kept stranger hours than
she did. Carly studied the three men sitting with her.
    Micah with his almost noble bearing, unsmiling face and
strong features, Nolan with his quick wit and obvious charm and Tony with his
languid movements, dark sensual features and strange green-gold eyes. They
seemed so different, but there was an almost indefinable something about
all three of them that made them different from other men she’d met.
    Well, aside from the fact that they had kidnapped her to
treat a gunshot wound. Remembering that, Carly sat up straight as she stared at
Tony. There was no way he should be sitting up and eating as heartily as he was
doing.
    “You.” Carly pinned Tony with a glare. He looked at her in
amazement, then his glance turned to amusement. “You should still be flat on
your back in bed. Okay, come on, I want to see those stitches.”
    Carly got to her feet and stomped toward the stairs with a
bemused Tony behind her. The looks on the other two’s faces told her that Tony
didn’t often obey others so easily. When he walked into the bedroom he’d used
the night before, Carly was standing in the middle of the room with her arms
crossed.
    She glared at him as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, then
removed it and threw it across the foot of the bed. He took his time walking
past her before he settled himself on the bed on his back. She locked down the
decidedly naughty thoughts about him sliding out of his pants too.
    His movements had been slow, but she had the impression that
they were also very deliberate. It almost seemed as though Tony didn’t move
until he was ready and then he only moved enough to get where he needed to be.
He moved with a liquid grace she had only seen in dancers and other performers.
    Tony put his hands behind his head so that his chest and
abdomen were fully exposed to her. His eyes were wary and he seemed to be
watching her closely. Carly shoved all thoughts about the man aside and
concentrated solely on his injury. Still, she couldn’t help but notice how
gorgeous he was.
    The attraction she thought she had buried came crashing back
to the front of her mind. It was all she could do not to lean over and run her
hand down his chest. Tony was definitely all male and, what was worse, he knew
it! She saw the way his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared slightly as she
stepped closer to him.
    Carly concentrated on the wound in his abdomen so she could
avoid looking at his eyes. She knew he continued to watch her as she shook her
head at his wound. Carly expelled her breath and looked at him.
    “How is this possible? You’re almost completely healed. This
wound should still be tender and there’s no way the skin should be at this
advanced stage of healing.