Page 2 of Donovan Blake: Adrenalin

“Ah, I see. So if I’m a serial killer I’ll be easily identified,” he quipped with a grin.

Glancing across at him, she felt a flutter in her stomach.

Even with his battered face he was undeniably sexy.

“Uh, yeah, and I’ve been on my feet for hours. If I have to drive more than a few blocks I’m likely to pass out and hit a telephone pole. Then we’ll both end up in the ER.”

“We can’t have that. Thank you, Phoebe. You won’t regret this.”

CHAPTER TWO

A short time later, sitting on a bed in Phoebe’s cozy condo as she patched him up, Donovan could scarcely believe his good fortune. A beautiful angel had saved his life. The headlights from her car suddenly shining on the two goons trying to beat him to a pulp had been a miracle. But he could see just how tired and frazzled she was, and who could blame her? She’d witnessed violence and rescued a stranger in the middle of the night on a dark, rainy back street. What she’d done had been dangerous. Some would call it foolhardy.

“Thank God for you,” he mumbled, thinking about the people behind the attack.

He wasn’t supposed to survive.

Though his head was already spinning with the repercussions of the unexpected attack, he found himself distracted by the gorgeous nurse and her curvaceous body. But it wasn’t just her sexy figure he found captivating. Her green eyes sparkled like colored diamonds, and the fact that she’d stopped and jumped out of her car told him she’d be a handful. A gorgeous handful, but still a handful.

“Done,” she exclaimed, stepping back. “But I have to ask…what were you doing on that street? There’s nothing there, and it often floods.”

“I was taken there in that damn van. I guess those creeps wanted to rob me without being interrupted.”

It had been a lie, but he sure as hell couldn’t tell her the truth. The thugs had been ordered to beat him to death and make it look like a mugging. At least, that’s what they’d told him.

“That’s terrible!” she exclaimed. “I’m calling the police.”

“Phoebe, you can’t do that!”

“But they could—“

“You don’t understand!” he shot back, cutting her off.

“Okay. Then explain it to me.”

“Thanks for your help but I can’t, and you don’t have to worry, I’ll leave early in the morning. But you mustn’t tell anyone I was here.”

“Uh—why not?” she asked with a frown. “In fact, who are you? What’s your last name?”

“Blake. What’s yours?”

“Beaumont.”

“Well, Phoebe Beaumont, there are certain things I’m not at liberty to share with you, and that’s all I can say.”

“Fine, whatever,” she retorted, picking up her supplies and putting them back in their bag. “But that’s just bullshit.”

He took a breath.

She was sublimely close to him.

He could smell the hint of her perfume, then thought it might be her hair. She had it rolled into a bun at the back of her head, and he wanted to see it loose around her shoulders. As she picked up the case and turned to leave, he impulsively grabbed her arm.

“Phoebe! Wait!”

“What?” she asked, darting her eyes back at him. “Are you going to share some deep, dark secret?” He couldn’t suppress a grin. “What’s so funny, Mr. Blake?”

“You’re not used to people refusing to answer your questions,” he replied, locking her eyes. “In fact, I suspect most people find you intimidating.”

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