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Hope, magic, and temptation under the mistletoeChristmas has come early for Dr. McKenzie Sanders and her colleague Lance Spencer. Both, averse to commitment, agree to indulge in a sizzling festive fling that will absolutely not end in wedded bliss. But even the best-laid plans can go awry…Dr. Ellen Cox goes to South America to break the shackles of her confined life. But she never imagined replacing them with bonds of desire for her new hotshot boss—Chance Freeman!Working in England, single mum Juliet Turner finds herself tempted by new colleague Dr Charlie Warren! Can her first white Christmas become the Christmas to remember?

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Her heartbeat began to roar in her ears at a deafening level.

“You should meet her sometime,” Lance continued as if she weren’t on the verge of a major come-apart.

“Nice penguin suit, Dr. Spencer,” the phlebotomist teased, his gaze running over Lance’s spiffy suit.

“Thanks, George, I’m starting a new trend.”

“Pretty sharp-looking, but good luck with that,” the phlebotomist said, then introduced himself to McKenzie. “In case you didn’t catch it, I’m George.”

He then verified her name and information, despite the fact McKenzie had seen him around the hospital in the past. She imagined he had a checklist he had to perform.

So did she. Sit in this chair. Remain calm. Do not pass out. Do not decide to forget the first three items on her checklist and run away as fast as she could.

She clenched and unclenched her sweaty hands.

“She’d like you,” Lance continued as if the phlebotomist hadn’t interrupted their conversation about his mother and wasn’t gathering his supplies.

Oh, she didn’t want anyone else to know of her phobia. Why couldn’t she just tell herself everything was going to be fine and then believe it? Everything was going to be fine. People did not die from having blood drawn. She knew that logically. But logic had nothing to do with what was happening inside her body.

“McKenzie?”

Her gaze lifted to Lance’s.

“You should go to dinner with me sometime.”

“No.” She might be distracted, but she wasn’t that distracted.

“You have other plans?”

“I do.”

“I haven’t said which day I wanted to take you to dinner. Maybe I wanted to take you out over the holidays.”

“Doesn’t matter. I don’t want to go to dinner with you. Not now or over the holidays.”

“Ouch.”

“That’s my line,” she told him, watching George with growing dread.

The phlebotomist swiped an alcohol pad across her left antecubital space. “Relax your arm.”

Yeah, right.

Lance moved closer. “McKenzie, you have to relax your arm or he can’t stick you.”

Exactly. That’s why her arm wasn’t relaxed.

Lance took her right hand and gave it a squeeze. “Look at me, McKenzie.”

She did. She locked her gaze with his and forced her brain to stay focused on him rather than George. That really shouldn’t have been a problem except George held the needle he was lowering toward her arm.

She wanted to pull away but she just gripped Lance’s hand all the tighter.

She wanted to run, but she kept her butt pasted into her chair. Somehow.

“Keep your eyes on me, McKenzie.”

Her eyes were on him, locked into a stare with him. It wasn’t helping. All she could think about was George and his blasted needle.

She was going to pass out.

Lance lifted her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to her clenched fingers.

McKenzie frowned. “What was that for?”

“You’ve had a rough evening.”

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Sure, I should have. You deserve accolades for everything you’ve done.”

“That’s ridiculous. I just did my job.”

“You’re going to feel a stick,” George warned, and she did.

Sweat drenched her skin.

Lance took the man’s words as permission to do whatever he pleased. Apparently, kissing her hand again pleased him because he pressed another kiss to her flesh. This time his mouth lingered.

“Stop that.” She would have pulled away but she was too terrified to move. Plus, her mind was going dark. “I think I’m going to pass out,” she warned as the needle connected with its target.

She gritted her teeth, but didn’t move. Couldn’t move.

“Stay with me, McKenzie.”

“No.”

He laughed. “You planning to sleep through this?”

“Something like that.” Her gaze dropped to where George swapped one vial for another as he drew blood from her arm.

She shouldn’t have looked. She shouldn’t have.

“Hey.”

Lance’s rough tone had her gaze darting back to him.

“Stay with me or I might have to do mouth-to-mouth.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh, I’d dare.” He waggled his brows. “Do you think I have a shot at dating you?”

“Not a chance.” She glowered at him. Really? He was going to ask her that now?

“Then I should go ahead with that mouth-to-mouth while you’re in a compromised situation.”

“I’m not that compromised,” she warned, curling her free-from-George fingers into a fist.

“Don’t mind me, folks. I’m just doing my job here,” George assured them with a chuckle.

“I’m doing my best not to mind you.” Actually, she was doing her best not to think about him and that needle.

“You’re doing fine,” he praised.

Amazingly, she was doing better than she’d have dreamed possible. She glanced toward Lance.

He was why she was doing better than expected. Because he was distracting her. With threats of mouth-to-mouth.

Her heart was pounding from fear, not thoughts of Lance’s mouth on hers, not of him taking advantage of her compromised situation.

George removed the needle from her arm. McKenzie glanced down, saw the sharp tip, and another wave of clamminess hit her.

She lifted her gaze to Lance’s to tell him she was about to go out.

“McKenzie, don’t do it.” He snapped his fingers in front of her face, as if that would somehow help. “Stay with me.”

But out she went.

CHAPTER THREE

“GIVE IT A REST, McKenzie. I’m seeing you inside your place.” Lance maneuvered his car into the street McKenzie had indicated he should turn at. He’d wanted to punch her address into his GPS, but she’d refused to do more than say she’d tell him where he could go.

Yeah, he had no doubt she’d do exactly that and exactly in what direction she’d point him. He suspected it would be hellish hot there, too.

She crossed her arms. “Just because I passed out, it doesn’t give you permission to run roughshod over me.”

“Is that what I’m doing?” He glanced toward her. Finally, her color had returned and her cheeks blushed with a rosiness that belied that she’d been as white as a ghost less than an hour before.

Her lips twisted. “Maybe.”

“You have had a lot happen tonight, including losing consciousness. Of course I’m concerned and going to make sure you get inside your place, okay?”

“I think you’re overreacting.”

“I think you’re wasting your breath trying to convince me to drop you at the curb and drive away.”

“That’s not what I said for you to do.”

“No, but the thought of inviting me into your place scares you.”

“I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“You’re imagining things. I came to your Christmas show.”

“You brought a friend.” As long as they were bantering she’d stay distracted, wouldn’t think about having passed out.

“You were part of the show. It wasn’t as if you were going to sit beside me and carry on conversation.”

He shot a quick glance toward where she sat in the passenger seat with her arms crossed defensively over her chest.

“Is that what you wanted?” he asked. “For me to be at the dinner table beside you?”

“If I’d been on a date with you, that’s exactly what I would have expected. Since I was just there watching your show as a friend and someone who wanted to help support a great cause, it’s not a big deal.”

“I could take you to a Christmas show in Atlanta, McKenzie. We could go to dinner, or to a dinner show.”

“Why would you do that?”

“So I could sit beside you and carry on conversation.”

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