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She plopped down and Blitz crouched down in front of her. Zorro hovered, but Blitz focused on her. She seemed to draw reassurance from him. For a suspended moment, they stared at each other. Something had been happening between them that Blitz didn’t want to define. This vibe he got from Bree threatened his carefully constructed armor that protected him against threats of a personal nature, but she was different, and after working with her for so many weeks, he had built something he would label as trust.
Fuck, who was he kidding? He had a raging hard-on for her most of the time.
So, it was hard to deal with the impulses driving him crazy when he caught her profile, or she bit her lip, drawing his attention to her mouth. That line of thinking got him into deep and dangerous waters as vivid images took shape in his mind. The heat and the ache of wanting as he pressed his mouth to hers. The goad to kiss her warred with his reasonable mindset. Temporary situations could only be about sex, and he never invested in anything, unless it was a sure thing. No future meant a limited present, and he wasn’t going to sink fully into that kind of losing situation.
If he could only get past this thing with her that jacked him up to a place he was kicking and fighting not to go. He looked down and the sight of the blood seeping through his makeshift bandage made him want to kill someone, but back in that village, she’d taken the kill herself. He gently caught her hand and inspected it, slowly running his thumb over her knuckles.
Flint came to rest near her thigh, sitting on his haunches. He tipped his head and looked at her, and Blitz swore he was assessing her state of mind. Then as if satisfied she was weathering her storm, he sagged against her legs.
She gave him a wan smile, smoothing her hand over his sleek, black coat. “Thank you.” She sniffled and ran her free hand under her nose. “I’ll be ready when I need to be.” She glanced at the guys and raised her chin.
Touching her did monumental things to him, knocking him for a loop and affecting his pulse rate. He managed to control the nearly irresistible urge to lace his fingers through hers. His voice was strained when he said, “You did what was necessary and did it damn well.”
“You’re a kick-ass babe,” Buck drawled.
After a long silence, Bree sighed and pulled away. With so much gratitude in her eyes that it nearly broke his heart, she met his gaze. That got the smile he was hoping for and a chuckle.
Her eyes twinkling, she said, “Is that so?”
“Everything good here?” Joker asked.
Blitz looked up to see his LT standing near them.
“Yeah, we’re just waiting for our turn,” Gator said. “So, don’t pull rank and jump the line.”
The guys broke up in laughter and there was no more time to talk. A nurse called loudly. “Who’s next?”
“Oh, great, we’re going to get a visit from Dr. Sunshine,” Zorro said.
“I only let my regular patients call me that. It’s Dr. Quinn to you.” Her acerbic tone belied any humor she was hiding.
Zorro winced and turned around with a grin on his face as Blitz rose. “Ma’am,” he said.
Dr. Everly Quinn gave him a sour look and said, “Someone needs attention?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Zorro said.
She rubbed at her temple. “I feel myself growing older every time you call me ma’am.” She gestured to the exam room. “After you.”
Zorro backed up a step. “Oh, it’s not me. It’s Blitz.”
“Blitz,” she said in a weary tone.
Zorro gestured to him, and Dr. Quinn said, “After you, Blitz.”
“Take Agent West first. Her hand is still bleeding.”
Bree rose, her face mutinous. “No, I can wait. You go.”
“I don't have all day for your chivalry and selfless acts.” She walked over and examined Bree’s hand. “Let’s go,” Dr. Quinn said.
“But—”
“No buts.” She led Bree into an examination room. He heard Dr. Quinn’s firm voice. “Navy SEALs think they’re invincible and they're all about putting everyone else first. There’s no arguing with stubborn alpha males. The best way to get this done is to fix you first just like he wants me to.”
Bree shot him a helpless look before she disappeared into the exam room. But he could relax a little knowing she was getting care. When the exam room door opened and Bree came out, the back of her hand was bandaged.
Dr. Quinn’s voice came from inside. “She’s out of the woods now, Blitz. Could we?”
