Page 189 of Power Shift

Dash jogs ahead of us with a set of keys jiggling in his hand. He uses the one I know opens the clinic doors to do just that.

“Did Clover give you her keys?” I ask.

Dash pulls over the door and holds it open. His eyes crinkle at the corners. “No, I stole them.”

I dig my elbow into his side before passing him, stepping into the clinic. It’s dim with the lights off, and I immediately go to the light switch. Ronan blocks my way.

“No can do, Petal.”

“Why not? You want to stand in the dark?”

“You don’t make it easy to surprise you,” Dash teases.

I laugh, turning my back to Ronan. “It’s looking more like you wanted to take me somewhere to kill me off than it does you surprising me.”

“Ouch! Do you really think I’d be capable of killing you off? Don’t you know how much I love you?”

Dash is in front of me in a blink, his scent invading my senses. I breathe him in greedily, bliss rolling through me. He dips his head until our noses touch.

“Have you not ever heard of a crime of passion?” I murmur.

“The only crime of passion I want to commit is one that I probably shouldn’t talk about in your place of work.”

I flick my eyes side to side before focusing back on him. “I don’t see any of my colleagues or patients.”

“Now, this is just cruel. Maybe instead of Bright Eyes, I should have called you Wicked.”

“You’re a flirt,” I say with a nip to his nose.

He runs his fingers along the back of my ear. “And you’re mine.”

A smooth talker too.

“Do you remember the conversation we had in the parking lot before we went nest shopping?” he asks.

“About the clinic?”

“Mm, and how hard you’ve tried to make the rooms warm and inviting instead of cold like at a hospital.”

“I didn’t think you’d remember that.”

“I remember everything you’ve ever said to me.”

My pulse skips. “So, you took me here to remind me of that?”

“Almost. I took you here to show you something.”

Feet scuff the floor behind me, and then Dash is turning me around. It’s the second time today I’ve had the breath knocked out of me.

“What is all of that?” I whisper.

“It’s stuff that I hope you can use here. Not just in the rooms but here in the reception and to stock up wherever you keep your feminine products,” Dash explains, rubbing his hands up and down my arms.

I blink and blink and blink, not believing what I’m seeing. “Did you buy all of this?”

“And give you a chance to make me return it all? No chance. Everything here was donated.”

“What?”

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