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CHAPTER THREE

MELANIE SETTLED IN to the overstuffed chair closest to the door to Dalton’s bedroom. Dalton. She liked the name. He wasn’t as much of a stuffed shirt when he was hurt. She would never have dreamed she would ever be babysitting the world’s foremost orthopedic surgeon. Here she was spending the night and him really just a stranger. That might not be technically accurate after she’d toweled him dry. She’d been aware he was a man before, but she was well aware of how much man he was now.

Heavens, after those eventful moments in the bathroom she was almost glad he was hurt. She wasn’t sure what she would have done had he leaned over and kissed her. Shaking her head, she tried to get the image out of her mind but it didn’t seem to want to go. Being a professional, she shouldn’t have been shocked or affected by his nakedness but somehow his body’s reaction to her ministrations made her blood run hot. What was she thinking? She wasn’t even sure she liked him. He’d made it clear he cared nothing about football and her life revolved around the game.