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I shrugged. "Just scraped my knees and my elbows a little.”
She nodded. "Okay, I'll be right back."
She left the room and Jax whined after her before walking over to me sans limp. I kinda wanted to kill him.
I sat down on one of the chairs and rested my sore muscles, the office so quiet it wasn't hard to hear a man and a woman whispering about crazy women carrying giant dogs down mountains.
I leaned my head back against the wall behind me hard. Thump. Fuck, I was mortified.
Perhaps, I’d overreacted. But this dog was my brother’s everything and my pup nephew.
He laid his chin on my thigh.
"You're the worst, Jax," I mumbled to him, giving his silky ears a rub since I couldn't help myself.
I barely had my hand on his soft fur two seconds before he dashed to the other side of the room where he ran to a very tall and striking man in a white lab coat.
"Holy shit," I breathed under my breath thinking that maybe my day was finally looking up. And when I said looking up, I meant to at least six foot five. Because holy hell, this man was big.
I whooshed out a deep breath at the mere sight of this clearly mountain bred man. He had thick dark hair that was almost too long and hung over his forehead and inky black lashes surrounding the prettiest blue eyes I’d ever seen. Don't even me started on the thick full beard he was sporting.
It was the kind of beard only a real man could grow. Not a patch in sight.
Someone call the coroner, I’d died and gone to mountain man heaven.
"Hi, Anna Bell," he said, giving me a big, sparkling Crest smile and a solitary dimple to boot. "I'm Doctor Clark." Hepassed me a bottle of water and my fingers brushed against his; a small jolt of electricity lingered long after he pulled his hand away.
Well, I’ll be damned. Maybe Jax wasn’t the worst, after all.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Let's get you checked out." His smooth, deep, southern voice slid over me like syrup and I shivered.
Even though I was almost in a hot doctor trance, I gave Jax a pointed look. "Actually, I don't think there is anything wrong with him anymore. He was limping at the house and then refused to walk at all, but now he seems fine."
Doctor Clark stood up from the floor where he had been kneeling and rubbing Jax's belly and gave me a huge, dimpled smile. "I wasn't talking about him." He pointed to my knees. "I was talking about you."
Shocked, I stuck my pointer finger into my chest. "Me? Oh." I moved that same hand out in front of me and shook it back and forth, my palm out. "Oh, no, I'm fine."
The sexiest man I'd ever seen in my life wasted no time in walking over to me and grabbing one of my hands. "I insist." He dragged me back into a hallway and eventually into a small room with an examination table in the middle and two chairs pushed off to the side. I heard the jangle of Jax's collar right behind us the whole way. "Besides, I wouldn't want your knees to get infected."
I tell you what was infected. My brain. Because it was thinking all kinds of dirty thoughts of me and this man on top of this examination table.
I stood in front of said table, beyond confused and truly trying to understand how the hell I'd ended up in a vet’s office with the hottest vet in history when there seemed to be absolutely nothing wrong with my brother’s damn dog.
Oh, God. And the state of me. I was disgusting, stinky, and covered in dog hair and I was pretty sure that I had mascara tracks down my face from my crying jag.
Suddenly, two large hands settled on my hips and hoisted me up until my behind hit the table and my legs dangled off the side. And holy. Shit. I'd never had a man hoist me anywhere. I wasn't a small girl. But this man, he was huge and obviously fully capable of tossing me around like a rag doll.
And immediately my mind went there. To all of the places and positions this man could possibly maneuver me into. What the hell was wrong with me? I’d never been so instantly attracted to someone in my life.
It had to have been the hellish trip down the mountain. It was causing me to be delusional.
Trying to tell myself I was crazy did no good. I felt my body warm from the bottom of my toes to the ends of my hair. I stared wide eyed at the all too friendly Doctor Clark. "Really," my voice embarrassingly croaked so I cleared it before I could continue. “Maybe you should be checking Jax out instead." I looked down at Jax standing right next to the good doctor like he was perfectly fine. Traitor.
To my horror and delight, the man dropped to his knees right in between my legs, his face embarrassingly close to my crotch, and the thoughts that ran through my mind. Well, they weren't the purest. They’d been straight up x-rated since I’d met him.
"It's okay, Anna Bell. I really don't mind." And then he proceeded to push the left pants leg of my leggings up, up, up so slowly I thought I might die. My heart pounded in my ears and his warm palms slowly slid up the calf of my leg and the scent of fresh cut grass, mint, and man filled my nose.
