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“You okay?” Jill asked tentatively once they were driving away from the curb. “I know your father was kind of hard on you about the football thing. He’s rigid about it, isn’t he?”

Surprised, Bryan glanced her way. “You noticed?”

“I notice more than you think. If I thought my intercedi

ng on your behalf was what you wanted, I would have. But I’m trying to offer you my support, not make more drama.” She laid her hand on his arm. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m fine.” Or he would be. Eventually.

“So maybe I should offer you a different sort of support.” She licked her lips, and his groin tightened. “Whatever you need.”

Damn, he needed her. Just her.

Bryan clenched the wheel, his gaze drifting to the old uniform she held, the knees still dark with grass stains. “I forgot my cleats.”

Her laughter acted as a balm over wounds he hadn’t realized were open and bleeding. “That’s okay. You can go barefoot.”

“I might not fit into that shirt.”

Her laughter faded. “That’s okay,” she echoed softly. “You can leave it off.”

“I’m absolutely positive my dick won’t fit in those pants.”

“Then you’re definitely going to wear them, because I want a picture of you ripping the seams. You know, like the Hulk from the waist down.” Grinning, she slid across the seat and into the circle of his waiting arm. He tugged her against his chest and kissed the top of her head.

God, she felt good there. Right. As if her head had been made to fit in that crook between his shoulder and neck. Haven was just somewhere to rest his head in the downtime, but when he was with her, the place felt like home.

And those were exactly the kinds of thoughts he wasn’t allowed to have.

“Thank you,” he said once he could speak.

“No, thank you. You’re the one about to give me one hell of a peep show—”

“I mean it. Thank you for spending the night with me, even though I disrupted your work and pissed you off when it came to the good doctor. Thank you for helping me deal with my dad.” He exhaled. “Thank you for being so fucking perfect in about fifteen different ways I don’t even have the words to express.”

She reached down for his belt, sliding her thumb along the area just above his navel, eliciting a shudder he couldn’t hold back. “I’m afraid I can’t allow your sweet talk to sway me, Mr. Townsend. You came to me for care, and that’s my job.”

What the hell? He pulled into a space in her apartment parking lot and slanted her a glance. “You okay, darlin’?”

“Mr. Townsend, really, these personal comments aren’t warranted. I’m afraid if you keep saying such things, I’m going to have to notify my supervisor.” The look she sent him under her lashes could’ve melted steel. “Now if you’ll follow me inside and get changed, we can get started.”

He stared after her as she got out of the vehicle. Was that what he thought it was? Had she already assumed her nurse character?

And oh holy fuck, how was he going to walk into her building sporting a hard-on this massive?

He shook his head. Such was the wonder of Jill. No problem was bigger than the way she brightened his world so effortlessly.

Once he’d recovered enough to follow her, he grabbed the football gear, turned off his truck, and headed inside. He took the elevator up to her floor, where he lifted his hand to knock on her apartment door—

The door swung open, and Jill stood framed in the doorway, wearing a white cap and snug white dress paired with white stockings and plain soft-soled shoes. Though the dress wasn’t exactly nurse wear, he had no problems with the gaping vee that exposed her scarlet-red lace bra. Hell, he’d happily bronze the entire outfit and pay homage to it every day for the rest of his life.

“Mr. Townsend, you’re late for your appointment. I have a very full schedule.” She stepped back and pointed down the hall. “Please get changed and get into bed so I can examine you.”

“Wow, you’re really good at this,” he muttered, moving past her. He was tempted to slap her ass as he usually might have, but he wasn’t sure how she would respond.

She let him get all the way to the hall before she called after him, “Oh, and just so you know, I expect full compliance with my requests. If you argue, I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you.”

This was where they were supposed to discuss some ground rules. With someone else he hadn’t known for more than a decade, he might have. But Jill was different. Any boundaries they’d push with each other would never be done to harm.

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