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He took a sip of his water and nodded. “Sure. You’re talking the jets and no swimming or exercises today, right?”
“You got it. I need to wrap up your cast, but since you’ve been cleared to soak, you need some hydrotherapy on that shoulder.”
We made our way into the “tub room,” as the guys called it. When I turned around and saw Holden standing propped against the counter and wall to take the weight off his leg, pulling his shirt off with one hand, my mouth went dry. The man had an eight-pack. Not a six. And that oh-so-sexy V was so defined and accentuated by his low-slung joggers that I had to shake my head to clear my thoughts. Suddenly, I realized that he’d likely need help getting undressed, and my heart picked up its pace.
“So, ah…” I started. “Are you able to get undressed and redressed yourself?”
Holden looked down at himself and seemed to realize the conundrum. “I think I’m just going to strip down to my boxer briefs. Just like swim trunks, right?”
I felt equal parts disappointment and relief when Holden hooked the thumb of his good hand in his waistband and did just that. He stepped out of the sweats and stood in a pair of boxer briefs that hugged his powerful thighs and body to perfection, still leaning against the counter and wall for support and looking sexy as hell.
How am I ever going to do this and remain professional?
Mentally reminding myself that I was a doctor, I grabbed what I needed from the cabinets to wrap up his cast to keep it from getting wet and then made my way over. When I dropped to my knees to attend to his foot, I realized the position we were now in. My breath hitched, and I saw the muscles of his legs contract in response. He was aware of it, too. I quickly attended to the task at hand and protected his cast, and then looked up without thinking. Not only was his awareness and interest blatantly obvious in the tight-fitting cotton, but when I roamed ever higher and met his gaze, the look in his eyes was enough to melt me on the spot.
I had never felt so beautiful or wanted before, and all just from a look.
“Holden, I—”
Suddenly, he grabbed me by the nape and I rose to meet him, his hand tangling in my hair as he crushed his mouth to mine. I pulled back to breathe and gasped at the sensual assault. He took advantage, deepening the kiss and stealing my breath. His hand roamed down my back and then snaked up under my shirt, his fingers splayed wide across my skin. The heat of him was intense and intoxicating and I worried that I would never get enough.
Coming back to myself, I pulled back slightly, knowing that we needed to get back to the therapy. Besides, I hadn’t locked the door, and anybody could walk in to use the facilities. “Holden, we need to stop.” I panted. “And you need to get in that tub.”
He quirked an eyebrow. “You could go lock the door and join me.”
God, that sounded so tempting. But…no. “As incredible as that sounds, we have work to do, and I should probably at least try to remain professional.”
Holden used the counter to steady himself. “Aw, come on, Tamryn,” he said. “We could play doctor.” He winked.
I groaned.
“That was terrible. You get no points for that line. Now, patient mine, get in that tub and let’s work on that flexibility.”
I saw the light in his eyes the second before I realized what I had said. “I meant your shoulder, you dirty old man.”
He laughed. “Fair enough, Doc. But you are going on a real date with me, not just hangouts at the house.”
I raised a brow. “Am I, now? Hmm, and here I thought that was something that I should be asked, not told.”
He sketched an awkward bow before getting into the tub. “Fair point. Tamryn Miller, physician extraordinaire, Madden prodigy, and all-around current pain in my ass, will you do me the honor of going on a date with me?”
I couldn’t hold back the laugh. “Well, since you complimented me so fabulously, how can I say no?”
I was going on a date with Holden Cramer.
What was I thinking?
Chapter Eleven
HOLDEN
Tamryn and I had been on a few dates in the short time that we’d been together, and things were going great. She was actually coming over later after my therapy so we could watch the Pro Bowl and just chill out. I hoped our evening might end with her spending the night with me, but I wasn’t going to dwell on it. I didn’t want to jinx anything.
I was just finishing getting things set up in the theatre when I heard the intercom buzz. “Hey, gorgeous. Come on in. I left the door open for you. I’m in the theatre.”
A few minutes later, I heard her walk through the door. “Holden. What are you doing?” I spun around so fast I almost fell and caught myself on the back of the sofa.
“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.
