Page 3 of Donovan Blake: Adrenalin

“I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about, and why are you holding my arm?”

“There’s something I need to do. Stand still.”

Slowly rising to his feet, he reached behind her head and felt for the hairpin. Finding two, he deftly pulled them out and watched her hair tumble free. It was longer than he expected, and not just brown, but a rich auburn color.

“Why did you do that?” she demanded breathlessly, then to his surprise she licked her lips.

He knew how to read expressions and body language.

She was imagining his kiss.

Though he was just as eager to oblige he decided to make her wait.

“You may be a nurse, but you’re also a beautiful woman. Your hair should be like that if you’re not working.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes, Phoebe, that’s right!”

She was a spitfire, and though shards of pain pierced his body in various places, he found her incredibly sexy. He wanted to slide the clothes off her body, gaze at her generous breasts, then thrust his finger into her sex and make her wet—if she wasn’t already.

“Listen, Donovan,” she said impatiently, “I work in the trauma ward and it was a crazy night. I need to get some rest.”

“We both do, but we’ll continue this conversation later.”

“Here are some painkillers,” she said briskly, ignoring the comment as she retrieved a small, plastic pill container from her kit. “They’ll also help with any bruising.”

As she handed it to him, their fingers touched, and he spied a red tinge on her cheeks. At that moment he knew at some point they’d end up in bed. But suddenly a disturbing thought flashed through his mind.

“Phoebe, do you have a window that overlooks the street?”

“The sliding glass doors in the living room open to a patio. Why?”

“It’s possible my attackers had friends in the area. I should have checked to see if anyone was following us on the way over here. I’ll take a look. Stay here.”

“Seriously?” she exclaimed. “Holy crap! Wait! Are you a criminal? Is that why you didn’t want me to call the police?”

“Stop being hysterical,” he said tersely. “I hate to break it to you but not everyone on the force follows the straight and narrow. If my whereabouts ends up in the hands of the wrong person I’m screwed, and you will be too.”

“Again—seriously?”

“Yes, Phoebe, seriously. I’m going to see if there’s anyone watching this place, and you need to stay put.”

“Who exactly are you?” she muttered, her forehead wrinkling into a heavy frown. “Shit. What have I got myself into?”

“If you do as I say, absolutely nothing. Now stay put and don’t call anyone.”

“But why do I have to say here? Why can’t I go with you?“

He’d had enough. She was playing with their lives and it had to stop. Abruptly jerking her forward, he landed a hard slap on her ass, then spun her back around, pushed her against the wall and pinned her arms above her head.

“What the fuck?” she gasped, staring at him with wide, shocked eyes. “You hit me.”

“No, I swatted your ass, and I’ll do it again if you don’t listen! You saved my life now I’m trying to save yours. Please, Phoebe, just do as I say!”

“Okay, jeez.”

Roughly releasing her, he stepped into the hall and walked quickly down to the living room he’d passed on their way in. It was virtually dark but for a nightlight, and he hurried across to the sliding glass doors. Peering through a narrow gap in the center of the drapes, his sharp eyes scanned the street below.

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