Page 46 of Wild Card

She doesn’t answer, still looking around dazed. “How long was I out?”

“Does it matter?”

“I missed hours of studying. Not very responsible.”

I sit up, tossing the remote to the other end of her sofa, and twist her to me. “Willow, I don’t know jack about your field. But the hour listening to you recite scenarios without evenconsulting your notes—and working through it, you know this shit.”

“The boards are no joke. I have to be ready.”

“And you will be.”

She stretches, the tiny tank rising high on her midriff. My gaze zones in on the exposed skin, my dick twitching again. She notices me moving to adjust myself and drops her arms, trying to cover her stomach. I catch her wrist, turning so her hand is linked with mine. “Don’t.”

“I think we may have passed the line of inappropriate.”

“What has been inappropriate?”

“I slept on you.”

“Who’s gonna know?”

“You and me.”

“I certainly don’t give a damn since I put you there.”

“We can’t do this.”

“Have lunch, take naps, watch games? What’s so off-limits?”

“You’re my patient.”

Here we go again…

At least she didn’t bring up my job. “As far as I know, we have crossed no ethical line here, Willow.”

Yet—but I keep this to myself.

“We can’t?—”

“Come on, get up.” I haul her off the sofa and steady her on her feet. “We’re going for a walk.”

Wolf’s head perks up and his tail wags.

“A walk?”

“Yeah, babe. I can see you’re psyching yourself up to some bullshit excuse about us. Today has been good. Let’s not fucking ruin it.”

“It’s not a bullshit excuse. It’s where I stand on the issue.” She stomps her foot.

The heat in her eyes sends a blaze scoring through me.

Like the day in the clinic, her sass lights me up.

But unlike that day, this time we’re not surrounded by her co-workers.

Before she can protest further, I clasp the back of her head and slam my mouth to hers. She tenses, gripping my arms before her lips part and my tongue slips through, curling around hers.

I claim her mouth greedily,

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