Karen Rose - Marrying Dr Maverick

Okay, heating up her body wasn’t helping her shoulder. In fact, it was starting to hurt a little more.

They didn’t talk as he concentrated on driving and she tried not to concentrate on him. She thought about her sisters and brother and parents, and considered phoning them. She hadn’t checked in for a while and they’d want to know what she was doing. However, should she tell them about her job with Brooks? She almost had to, because Dean probably would. Besides that, the news would soon get around to the other volunteers and some of them would be going back to Thunder Canyon. It was difficult to hide anything in a small town.

When Brooks pulled up in front of Strickland’s, Jazzy said, “You don’t have to see me in.”

“I don’t have to, but I’m going to. I told you, I want to check your shoulder.”

“You’re still wet. You’ll catch cold.”

He laughed. “Everyone knows you don’t catch cold from the cold. I promise, this will be almost painless, Jazzy. I just want to make sure you’re not really hurt.”

Okay, so they were going to have to get this over with because he was persistent and stubborn. In a family as large as hers, she’d learned there was no point in arguing.

Once inside Strickland’s, they climbed the stairs. Jazzy took out her key and opened her door. She’d already told Dean that Brooks was “safe,” so why was she hesitating in letting him into her room?

Simple. He was half dry, half wet, and all imposing male.

Her room was small and the nice thing about it was it had a bathroom of its own. Standing by the single bed, Jazzy was very aware of it as Brooks came into the room and stood before her.

“I left the door open,” he said. “I don’t want you to think I have an ulterior motive.”

He had left it open about six inches, and she realized how thoughtful it was of him to do that. She simply had to think about him as a doctor right now.

“Take your jacket off,” he said gently.

At first her fingers fumbled with the zipper. Her nervousness was stupid. She had nothing to be nervous about. But unzipping her jacket, she felt as if she were letting him into her life in a different way. She shrugged out of it and hung it over the bed post. He took a step closer to her, and she suddenly felt as if she couldn’t breathe. Her gaze locked to his for a few seconds, but then he directed his focus to her shoulder and reached out to touch it.

She thought she’d prepared herself. She thought this would be clinical.

The exam was clinical on his part as he kneaded around the joint and asked, “Does that hurt?”

“Some,” she managed to say.

“Don’t soft pedal it if it does.”

“It’s not that bad. Really.”

As he felt along the back of her shoulder, she winced. His fingertips massaged the spot and she found that didn’t hurt but felt good.

“You got bumped around and might have black-and-blue marks tomorrow. Put some ice on it for the first twenty-four hours, ten minutes on, half hour off.”

“Yes, Doctor,” she said with a slight smile.

His fingers stopped moving. His eyes found hers. The room seemed to spin.

No, not really. Couldn’t be. But gazing into Brooks’s eyes was like getting lost in forever. His hand was on her back now as he leaned a little closer. She felt herself swaying toward him.

But then he straightened. “Take it easy for the rest of the day.”

Feeling reality hitting her straight in the face, she asked, “When do I officially start work for you?”

“Let’s consider tomorrow the starting date. I’ve been talking to a real-estate agent and she’ll have a list of places for me to look at. Would you like to go along to do that?”

“You bet.”

“Unless you don’t feel well.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Famous last words.” He went to the door. “Ice the shoulder.”

As he opened the door and went into the hall, she called after him, “Get out of those wet jeans.”

She thought she heard a chuckle as he strode away from her room. She remembered his shirtless upper body. She remembered the feel of his fingers on her shoulder. She remembered the way his smile made her feel.

Working for Brooks Smith could be the biggest mistake she’d made...lately.

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