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When the woman he was addressing didn’t react, Dr. John McIntyre Thorn raised his voice. He was not about to put up with bad manners. After all, he’d just spent several hours of his Saturday night saving her pet’s life.

“I said you damn near killed your dog. Don’t you care?”

The instant he touched her shoulder, she jumped and swung around to face him.

“I saved your dog’s life in there. What kind of blockhead ignores a distended stomach and a dog that’s almost in a coma from the pain?”

She stared at him for a moment, then raised a hand and cut him off. What the hell was the matter with her?

“Please speak slowly and form your words carefully,” she said. “I caught ‘blockhead’ and ‘coma,’ but that’s about all. Since I doubt you’d think my dog is a blockhead, you must think I am.”

“Yes, I think you’re a—”

Again the hand in front of the chest. “Call me anything you like. But please tell me that Kevlar is going to be all right.” She seemed to be staring at his mouth.

Then it hit him. He was the idiot. And he called himself a doctor. “You’re deaf,” he said softly.

“Hearing impaired is the politically correct term, but I prefer deaf. It’s short and ugly,” she said, meeting his gaze unflinchingly.