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lips. The smell of lavender and vanilla calmed him more than her heartfelt caress. “Do me a favor.”
    “Name it.”
    “Breeze through this operation so you can take me on a date. I’d like my heart to pump for reasons other than fearing for your life.”
    “You know fearing for my life proves you like me.”
    Jenna kept her lips a tight line as she stepped back and drug her fingers to the edge of his, then finally broke the connection, causing a chill to run down his spine.

Chapter Three
    After four days of recuperating in the hospital, Marcus, the whiniest patient Jenna had ever seen, was discharged to the delight of more than just Jenna. The only time she could visit him was in the evening and if they got five minutes before someone came in with well wishes it was a fluke. Although his mother sat vigil during the day, when she learned of Jenna she’d leave for dinner and return promptly at seven so the three of them could get to know each other better.
    The discharge though was a hundred percent on Jenna.
    “I think I’ve gotten all your gift baskets in the back of my car.”
    “You left a few for the clerks and nurses right?”
    “The three you said, yes. And they appreciate it.”
    “All right Officer Peterson, time to head out,” an orderly said as she pushed a wheelchair into the room.
    “No, I’m walking out of here.”
    “Look mule, it’s policy. Don’t make me call security.”
    This orderly was the only one Jenna liked. She wasn’t taking crap from anyone, but her care and commitment was evident to all.
    “I’m going to bring my car around,” Jenna said, then stood by Marcus who leaned on his cane. “The sooner your ass gets in that chair, the sooner I bring you home. Think about that.”
    Marcus turned and plopped into the chair, but slapped Jenna’s ass as she left the room with a vase of white roses in her arms.
    “Save it for when we get home, Peterson.”
    Getting to know a guy was great, she thought, except when people are talking all around you and you can only think about nibbling every inch of him. Then there were Marcus’ hands that could find a way to wander unbenounced to anyone else. His long fingers tickled the inside of her thigh from her knee to just the edge. Skirts could be fun, especially if you crossed your legs at the ankle. He never overstepped or ventured too far, except when it came to her heart, and that thankfully would change tonight.
    When Marcus was buckled in Jenna turned to him and for the first time their relationship—if that’s what it was—felt real. Panic set in about ten seconds later.
    “I don’t even know where you live.”
    “Good thing I do or I’d never get home.”
    “What’s going to happen now?”
    “I thought you and I already agreed on what was going to happen.”
    “I didn’t bring any clothes.”
    “You being naked isn’t going to upset me.”
    “I have to work in the morning.”
    “Then let’s go to your place.”
    “But you don’t have any clothes.”
    “Do you mind me being naked?”
    Just the mere mention of Marcus naked sent heat directly to her core. When his hand brushed her cheek and he leaned in to capture her lips, deciding whose home to go to became secondary to getting his ass naked.
    “Take me home,” he whispered, causing his lips to brush against hers. “Yours or mine as long as there is no one there but us.”
    Jenna’s apartment was by the Walker Art Museum on the eighteenth floor. She’d held out until an apartment facing the Minneapolis skyline opened up. With only a week until Daylight Savings Time the early darkening skies on the clear night set up the most romantic of views. The IDS, Norwest, and Foshay buildings, and those surrounding with a mix mash of random lights were like their own sky full of twinkling stars.
    Marcus had gone to freshen up in her bathroom as she ordered dinner delivery from a local Italian restaurant. Right as she hung up body heat engulfed her when Marcus slid in behind