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Then her lips curved and his love for her somehow grew. “Nowthat’sa good first day back for your real doctor, honey.”
“Next up, a firefight?” he teased back.
“Nah.” She slowly lowered one leg then the other, rising on tiptoe to press her lips to his. “I figure we’d better start with knives.”
Twenty-Nine
Raven
She was never happier for a day shift by the time her twelve hours were up.
She’d been working the last couple of months.
But she hadn’t beenworking,and after her shift that day, her legs and brain and body, on the whole, definitely felt that difference.
Bath. Bed.Sleep.
Connor slid in the keyboard of the station he was working on and glanced over at her.
She’d finished transferring her patients and her charting, but was still sitting—because her body was tired.
Had she mentioned that her body was tired?
“You look like you’ve been pulled backward through a hedge,” he said, pushing to his feet and moving toward her.
“You’re not funny.”
He winked at her. “Except, I am.” He extended his hand. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you out of here. I’ll drive you home and then get Lex to pick me up from the house.”
Her fingers in his. “But you made plans—”
“That can be adjusted by sending a text message.”
“Honey,” she whispered. “I’ll be fine—”
Hand tightening, he tugged her to her feet. “If you think for one second that I’m going to let you drive home when you’re tired, you’re out of your goddamned mind.”
Curses.
But gentle, gruff ones paired with him slinging an arm around her shoulders and tugging her against him.
And God, she loved this man.
“You going to let me return the favor at an unnamed future date when you’re feeling the same?” she asked.
A glance down at her, his mouth that had brought her so much pleasure curving up, filling her belly with butterflies before he pulled out his cell and tapped on the screen, the little whoosh of a text being sent filling the air between them. “I think the more pertinent question is do I think that you would let me get away withnotletting you return the favor?”
More butterflies.
“No,” she whispered.
He squeezed her shoulders. “Exactly.” A nod to the hall. “Let’s get our stuff and get out of here.”
They got their stuff—backpacks and jackets, lunchboxes (filled with snacks because there wasn’t always time to pop down to the cafeteria when it was open and no one wanted to go through a whole shift without sustenance)—and then headed for the exit, pushing out through the doors into the cool evening air.
It was dark because it was after seven, but the night was clear of fog, the moon shining, the stars sparkling.
She paused—Connor still at her side, pausing with her—and sucked in a deep breath.
