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didn’t have to live by anyone’s rules but his
    own, which I guess was fine and worked for him, but it was a lot to take in for me when I already
    considered him a danger and kind of a douche bag.
    I refused to admit I was openly checking him out. I couldn’t help it. He was missing clothes, built and
    gorgeous, even if all that was under miles of ink.
    “I ordered pizza.”
    I looked up at him and asked like a moron:
    “What?”
    “I thought you were the pizza guy, but you’re not.”
    He stumbled back a few steps, grabbed the back of the couch, and sort of just slithered down until he
    was sitting on the floor across from me. He stuck his long legs out in front of him and rubbed his watery
    eyes with the knuckles of his hands. What in the hell was happening right now? It was like he had just
    folded in on himself right in front of my eyes. He was disappearing inside of himself.
    “Are you okay, Nash? A lot of people are worried about you.”
    He gave a laugh that sounded so broken, so jagged, I felt it scrape across my skin, leaving goose bumps
    in its wake.
    “No.”
    I wasn’t following his slurred or broken side of the conversation, maybe because I was totally distracted
    by his naked torso. I had seen a few good-looking guys in their underwear in my time, some at work, some
    not. None of them in memory held a candle to Nash. Someone should tell him what he did for a pair of
    black boxers should be considered a lethal weapon to a woman’s sanity.
    “No, what?” I had to make a real effort to try and follow his scattered additions to our choppy
    conversation.
    He tilted his head back so that he could look up at me. The flames over his ears were attached to more
    tattooed flames that curled up over his massive shoulders and onto the front of his chest. I guiltily wanted
    to see what they attached to on the backside of him. He also had what appeared to be some kind of
    intricately inked wings that draped all the way across his rib cage, down both sides of his corrugated abs,
    and disappeared into the front of his boxers on either side of his belly button. I couldn’t even imagine how
    bad something like that had to hurt, but the tattoo work was impressive in its enormity and detail and so
    was the rock-hard body that it lived on.
    “No, I’m not okay.”
    I blew out a breath and crouched down so that I was more on his level. His gaze followed me as I
    lowered myself to my haunches. People told me all the time how pretty my eyes were and it made me blush
    and stammer. They were all right, gray and clear, and my patients seemed to find them soothing. But I
    thought, as I gazed somberly into the sad depths of his, that clearly no one who thought I had pretty eyes
    had ever looked into Nash’s. I had never seen a more striking or unique color than the columbine blue of
    his. Sitting under those raven-black eyebrows, they were just magnetic.
    “You need to talk to someone, family, your friends, or maybe a girlfriend. This isn’t a good situation for
    anyone, Nash, and drinking and smoking a carton a day isn’t going to make it any better. You need to be
    strong for your dad, but you also need to be strong for you. It seems like you have a lot of people you can
    lean on, they’ve been in and out of that hospital room all week. Trust me, this is not a fight you want to
    battle on your own.”
    He threw his head back until it thumped on the dark leather of the couch. He squeezed his eyes shut. He
    pulled his long legs up and clenched fists up on the top of each knee. He even had scrolling artwork inked
    on his skin from beneath the hem of his boxer shorts to his knee on one leg and to the top of his foot on the
    other. There was simply too much of it for me to pick apart all the separate images and designs, all I knew
    was that it was all bold, dynamic, and full of color and had obviously been put on him by someone with an
    incredible amount of skill.
    “Until a few days ago I thought my father walked out on