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What is wrong with me?

Him.

He was what was wrong with me.

He was a sight to behold behind the bar, but the vision of Mustang with his bike right next to me sent a zing straight to my belly—a zing that hit and ricocheted like crazy.

When he ducked his chin to catch a better look at me, I understood that meant he was getting tired of waiting. It wasn’t safe outside of my car. I knew this because my willpower had reached dangerously low levels the moment I saw him in the driveway. Nevertheless, I had to get out. I’d never make it inside the house if I didn’t first get out of my car—and I had a patient I needed to see.

I anxiously licked my lips, grabbed my purse, then finally stepped out of my car.

“Hi,” I said, shutting the door behind me.

There was a good four feet between Mustang and me, and I made sure to keep it that way.

“I—I didn’t think you’d come.”

“Not here for him,” he stated plainly.

I ignored the thrill his words sent racing up my spine, as well as what he may have been insinuating.

He was out of bounds. So far out of bounds it wasn’t even funny.

“What? What do you mean?”

“Go out with me.”

Oh, shit.

It had been a horrible idea to go looking for Sully Thomas.

Before Wednesday afternoon, I didn’t know an incredibly hot badass biker with vibrant hazel-blue eyes and amomtattoo I just knew he wore with love and not a drop of irony. Now I did, and even though I knew he was out of boundsandthe embodiment of everything I was trying to keep out of my bed and certainly away from my heart—there he was.

Right in front of me.

Asking me out.

He wasn’t insinuating anything. He’d made it plain.

Why did I have to love it when a man was so bold?

Reaching up with both hands, I grabbed hold of the straps of my purse, looped over my shoulder. I’d brought this on myself, and now I had to face the consequences.

“I’m afraid that’s not going to be possible.”

It almost pained me to say it.

“Why not?”

This one was a bit easier to spit out.

“I don’t get involved with the family members of my patients.”

He was quick with a rebuttal.

“Told you, that man in there is nothin’ to me.”

I couldn’t accept this. Not because I didn’t think he meant what he said, but because I needed this boundary like I needair.

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