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by Kelly Jamieson

Genre: E-book, Erotic Romance

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He knew she wasn’t going to follow doctor’s orders.

“Do you have ice?” Dev asked, moving past her.

“What are you doing?” She hopped along after him on her crutches—borrowed from pediatrics, for Chrissake, she was so tiny. 

“I suppose your bedroom is upstairs?”

“Yes, but…”


“I have a powder room down here. But…”

Dev found his way to her kitchen. He got an impression of clean, minimal décor, lots of windows and light, but barely spared a glance around him as he located the refrigerator. He yanked open the freezer door and squinted. Stacks of frozen dinners. A can of orange juice. And yes, thank the lord, a big party bag of ice. 

“You don’t have to do this…” she tried to start again but he ignored her. 

“Got a Ziploc bag?” he asked.

“Um…yes.” She sighed and slid open a drawer. She handed him the bag and he dumped ice into it, banged it on the granite counter a few times to break it up then added a little water from the tap. He sealed it up and found a towel in another drawer.


He sensed her rising agitation and paused. He looked down at her, all cute frustration. Pain darkened her big blue eyes and tightened the pretty little mouth. “I can’t leave you here alone,” he said, resisting the urge to touch her. “Let me get you settled. Is there someone you can call to come and help you out?”

“I don’t need any help.”

Tough. Stubborn. Independent. Damn, she was hot. Even in pain and on meds.

Why did he feel this powerful need to make her obey him? 

“I’ll go get some things from your bedroom,” he said. “Come sit down.” He led the way to her couch in the living room adjoining the kitchen. Vast windows overlooked the city, which fell away beneath them down to the ocean, blue and hazy in the distance. “Nice view.”

“Thanks.” Her short response made him want to smile.

He arranged a cushion on her coffee table, helped get her seated and her injured leg lifted onto the cushion. “What would you like me to get you? Pajamas?”

“No,” she said. “No, no. no. Quit bossing me around. I don’t even know you.”

“I’m a doctor. Consider this a house call.”

“Doctors don’t make house calls any more,” she snapped. “And I don’t think their services include undressing their patients.”

“I’m not going to undress you,” he said mildly. Although that was a hell of an idea. “I’ll just get you some things to change into. Save you from going upstairs. I’ll bring you a pillow and some blankets too, so you can sleep down here.” He eyed the big blue leather sofa. 

“I can get upstairs,” she said, teeth gritted. “This is ridiculous.”

“What do you want me to get?” he asked again with great patience.

She glared at him, but then exhaustion visibly overcame her and she sank back into the cushions. “I don’t have the energy to argue with you right now,” she murmured. “Otherwise I would.”

“I know.” He grinned.