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for more than five minutes.”
    â€œI’m afraid so.” She peeled back the covers.
    He yanked them back over himself again. “I’m afraid not.”
    â€œIt’s necessary, son.”
    â€œI’m not your son. At least, I don’t think I am.”
    She scowled at him, her patience clearly wearing thin. “Listen, I have other patients to take care of.”
    â€œThen go take care of them and leave me the hell alone.”
    From behind the door there was a commotion. He frowned in that direction, hearing the cop who’d been posted outside telling someone they couldn’t come in. Then he glanced at the nurse. “See who that is, would you?”
    â€œOh, so now you want my help?”
    He just held her gaze until she rolled her eyes and turned to go open the door. “Prince Charming in here wants to know who’s trying to see him. I figure it’s gotta be someone with a penchant for self-flagellation, because he’s—oh. Aren’t you—?”
    She didn’t finish the question. And because Nurse Ratchitt was blocking the partially open door with her body, he couldn’t see who it was. Maybe someone who knew him. Maybe—
    He tried to get out of the bed, but when he started to sit up, it felt as if his stomach muscles were ripping apart. Dammit.
    â€œLet them the hell in, whoever they are.” He made the demand in a voice that hid his pain as he fell back onto the bed, one hand on his belly, waiting for the pain to ebb.
    The door opened the rest of the way, and the nurse stepped on the doorstop to keep it there, then stepped aside. The woman stood there staring in at him. She had eyes as pale blue as a springtime morning, and that silver-blond hair that made a man think of angels. She was wearing a blouse this time, with the sarong skirt she’d been wearing earlier, but he remembered clearly what she’d looked like without one. Wild and free and enticing.
    He also remembered opening his eyes to find her standing over him with a knife in her hands.
    â€œI’m going to have to search you, ma’am,” the cop beyond her said.
    She sighed and raised her arms outward toward her sides. “Just keep in mind that if you touch anything you shouldn’t, my brother-in-law will kick your ass.”
    â€œWhich one?” the cop asked with a crooked grin.
    â€œAll four of them,” she said. “I can’t guarantee in what order, though.”
    He shrugged, and proceeded to run his hands up and down her sides, and her front and her back. He didn’t grope her, but he didn’t skip any parts either. Seemed all business. Then he nodded and looked past her at him. “You sure you’re okay with this?”
    He didn’t take his eyes off the woman. And hers were on him now, steady and probing as he nodded.
    â€œOkay, then,” the cop said. “I’ll be right outside the door if you need me.”
    â€œOkay.”
    The cop withdrew, pulling the door closed behind him.
    He lay in the bed, waiting. “So?” he asked after a long moment.
    She shrugged and came closer. The way she looked at him suggested that she knew him. “So.” When she was standing right beside the bed, still probing his eyes and drinking in his face as if she were trying to memorize it, she lifted a palm and lowered it onto his shoulder.
    It was an odd thing to do. And even though there was a thin hospital gown between her skin and his, he felt the heat, and wondered what the hell it was about. He had to grab hold of himself, shake himself a little, before he could speak. “So what are you doing here?”
    â€œI wanted to see if you were okay. It’s not every day I have wounded men falling at my feet.”
    â€œJust healthy ones, huh?”
    She smiled a little. “I guess it’s a good sign you have a sense of humor.”
    He shrugged. “Do you know me?”
    Her smile died. “No.