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“And then you can look at my gunshot wound.”

“Not much of a date,” Rain said, shaking her head. A small grin pulled at her lips when she turned around, heading for the coffee machine. “Sounds more like work. Though working on the living instead of what I’m used to would be a nice change of pace.”

“Can we please talk about the case now?” I tossed out, ready to focus on something other than Rain’s skilled hands roaming over my body. Fingers skimming along my bare skin….

Fuck.

If I could make it through the physical assessment without popping a raging boner, that would be a miracle.

But then she’d know that part of me still worked just fine.

And was very eager to break all the professional boundaries.

Boundaries that were looking more and more gray with every passing minute. If things kept progressing, it wouldn’t take long for them to vanish altogether.

I wasn’t sure if that terrified or thrilled me.

Maybe a bit of both. Because Rain wasn’t the type for a quick fuck and leave. She was a woman to love, to cherish. To give everything for. But what would happen if my everything wasn’t enough?

And I was the one fucked and left?

12

RAIN

Icould do this. I was an adult—a damn doctor, for fuck’s sake. A motherfucking professional.

There was no room for the tingles in my lower belly, the slamming of my heart in my chest every time I looked at Jameson and Slade. Though being inconvenient and incredibly distracting didn’t seem to matter to my visceral reactions.

I just needed to think of something besides that hot-as-hell dream last night. Of the three of us together, the two men devoted to finding every place that made me tremble with need.

Ugh. Yes, a distraction was needed. Like thinking of gross things like kale or broccoli.

“What’s that look for?” Jameson said, humor in his tone.

“Thinking about vegetables,” I muttered before realizing I sounded like an escaped mental asylum patient.

“Cucumbers?”

“What?”

“Nothing.” Jameson shook his head and ran a hand through his light brown hair. “Should I ask why you’re daydreaming about vegetables?”

“Most definitely not. I just needed a brain cleanser of sorts.”

“The idea of your hands on me and the big guy made you need a distraction?”

“What?” I squeaked, the word getting caught in my throat. “No. Of course not. I’m a professional.”

A professional who really wanted to see them naked—and not for a physical assessment.

Damnit.I closed my eyes, pulling all my cringe-worthy stimulants to the forefront of my brain to get my breathing under control.

Noisy, crowded restaurants.

Too-loud music while I was trying to concentrate.

Josh’s nasally voice.

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