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I roll my eyes. “I’m sure you’re right. No reason to worry about your wardrobe here.”

He taps the wood near my shoulder. “Have you lived in Chicago long?”

“My entire life.”

“Been to New York much?”

I shake my head. “Only Times Square once on New Year’s Eve.”

“Ouch!”

“Not a fan?”

“No paramedic or emergency responder is.”

“I can understand that.”

“You need to experience the city from a local’s viewpoint.”

My heart races.

“If you’re going to be here awhile, I could show you all the good spots.”

“You could?”

He smiles at me. “I could.”

“Oh, crap!”

“What’s wrong?”

“I just realized I never called into work.” I pull out my phone and type an email to my boss.

Jamison doesn’t say anything until I am done sending my email off. “What do you do?”

“I edit novels.”

“What kind of novels.”

“Romance novels.”

He raises an eyebrow. “The hot ones or the clean ones?”

I cover my face with my hand and peek through my fingers. “Mostly the steamy ones.”

His tongue that I’m dying to taste licks his lips again. “So, you practice yoga and edit sex scenes. Hmm.”

“Hmm?”

He leans into me, his warm breath against my ear. “You might be one of the most interesting girls I’ve ever met.” His face is right next to mine, and he doesn’t move it.

If I just moved my mouth an inch, I wonder what would happen.

“Jamison,” Chase calls, motioning us to come back into the hospital.

We turn, and once again, our mouths are inches from the other. Jamison scans my eyes. “To be continued.”

I’m frozen, unable to move. I lick my lips, and he glances at my tongue. He stands then pulls me up, right into his chest.