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into her bloodstream like any good junkie would desire, but alas, via stomach was the only delivery method to be had, her medical expertise notwithstanding.
    Speaking of medical expertise, it was nice to know she still had it. It had been five years since her tenure as a physician’s assistant in one of Manhattan’s busiest ERs. Like any skill, it was easy to lose one’s knack for it. And while she couldn’t say she was up on the latest methods of doing things, she was content to know that she knew enough to get by.
    She pushed away any other ruminations about her skills and where she had last practiced them, ghosts too easily stirred up whispering mockingly in the back of her brain.
    “Five years. You’re a whole new you now,” she said softly to herself, soothing herself with the mantra. Sometimes it worked. This was one of those times, but probably only because she had much bigger fish to fry.
    And no sooner had she thought that thought than the naked behemoth himself came stumbling down the hallway, lurching from side to side like a drunkard, the light of a fever burning in his eyes.
    “Is it night?” he croaked. When she didn’t answer fast enough he reached for her and slammed her up against the wall with a bone-jarring thud. After working in a city ER for years she had seen this a hundred times, a patient waking up disoriented and aggressive. Just the same, there were no orderlies or security guards there to bring him down. It was just her. Little ol’ her. “Answer!”
    “No! It’s daylight and you need to be back in bed before you rip those stitches!” Everything about him screamed of a superhuman man. His temperament was still up in the air, but everything about him reeked of dangerous power.
    Not to mention nudity. A state he didn’t seem to noticeat all. And being a former trauma nurse, she shouldn’t be noticing, either, but it was kind of the elephant in the room. Elephant meant in more ways than one. There was nothing at all small about the man. His wife, if he had one, had to be an equally big girl. Kat couldn’t begin to imagine being on the other end of someone so big in so many ways. It was one time where she was happy to admit she was way too small to even consider tackling that particular mountain.
    She turned her voice soft and coaxing. “Come,” she said gently, her hand running soothingly down one of the forearms trapping her against the wall. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
    He scoffed. “There’s very li’le that can hurt me.”
    But she could tell he was struggling to remain upright, his brawny body shaking in fine tremors at first then expanding into harder ones. “Please come lay down in bed for me and rest. It’s not like you can go anywhere with a storm closing in.”
    He growled and gave her a shake. “Offer me bed one more time, wench, and I’ll be taking you with me.” He leaned in close, his nose touching her temple as he snuffled against her rather like her bear of a dog might do. “You smell very tempting, but as li’le as you are I wouldna risk it if I were you. I’ll no’ be an easy lover.” His voice dropped an octave. “I like to grab at my lass, dragging her tight again’ me, and devouring her smells and tastes before I even think about fucking her to within an inch of her life … but maybe, even as small as you are, you’re wanting to be devoured like that?”
    Oh yes, please!
part of her cried suddenly.
Wait. No!
her saner thoughts prevailed. She shook off the momentary melting craving his sensual threats caused, the bold words having jump-started her brain into illicit musings.
There will be none of that
, she told herself sternly.
    Right before he ran a hand up her ribs and completely embraced her breast with palm and fingers.
    She yelped, grabbed his hand, and smacked it away.
    He growled impatiently. “First you offer me bed, then you push me away. Quit your teasing, woman.”
    “I am not teasing! I only meant—” She huffed out a