Page 12 of Trapped with the Covert Ops Soldier

“Yep.”

“Over my dead body.”

Chapter Three

“See, it’s that kindof statement, not to mention act, they would like to avoid from now on,” Smitty said in what Abby thought of as hisdisarmingtone.

“Tough toenails. You’re not my keeper.”

He had the nerve to laugh. “Good one.”

Abby rolled her eyes. “Get out, Smitty.”

He tried to stop laughing. Well, he made an effort anyway. Though all it did was make him snort. “Now, Abby, you’ve got to understand, they’re worried about you.”

“They’re going to be worried about you if you don’t get out of my clinic.” She went into her office, tossed her jacket on a chair in the corner and put on a lab coat.

Smitty followed her. “I can help. I’ve got medical training.”

Oh, really? She stopped and gave him a sweet smile. She had theperfectjob for him. “Do you know what today is?”

“Um, Wednesday?”

“Right. And do you know what I do here at the clinic every Wednesday?”

“No. They didn’t provide me with a schedule, they just told me to keep you from blowing yourself up.”

“Wednesday is complete physical day. Do you want to do all my prostate exams?”

“No.”

“’Bye, Smitty.”

“But...oh, come on.” He threw his hands up into the air like she was the one being unreasonable.

With a shake of her head, Abby walked out the door and down the hall toward the front desk.

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