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Tamara emerged from the hospital to find Victor sitting astride a gleaming black-and-silver motorcycle. His long legs were covered in dark Levi’s that stretched taut across his strong, muscular thighs.

Her mouth ran dry. “Victor.”

“Hey, beautiful,” he murmured. “Want a ride?”

She wanted a ride all right, but not necessarily the kind he was offering. She’d thought he couldn’t look any sexier than he did in his scrubs, but damn, was she wrong. He looked hot as hell on his Harley, straddling the powerful bike with an innate, dangerous-edged masculinity that sent her hormones into overdrive. She wanted to hop onto the seat with him, thrust her breasts into his face and wrap her legs around his back.

“Let me give you a ride home.”

She swallowed hard, shaking her head. “That’s okay. I can walk.”

“Why walk,” he drawled, “when you can ride?”

Her bones turned to gelatin. “I only live fifteen minutes away.”

“I’ll get you there in five.”

She glanced pointedly at the black helmet dangling from the motorcycle’s handlebar. “You don’t have one of those for me.”

“Actually,” he said, reaching inside a compartment next to the gas tank and producing another helmet, “I do.” He held her gaze. “So let me take you home.”

Tamara wavered, biting her lower lip.

“Get on, cariño.” His voice dropped an octave, going indecently husky. “You know you want to.”