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Along with other parts of him. How could he be walking wounded one minute and hyperaware of a beautiful woman the next?

The answer was simple, a five-letter word. Megan.

Insanity was the only explanation for his sudden, powerful urge to pull the nurse into his arms.

If she took his pulse, he wouldn’t be able to hide his reaction to her. His heart was pounding, and she’d know it, too, as soon as she put her fingers on his wrist to take the reading. This whole thing was a bad idea. What had he been thinking to ask for her? He obviously hadn’t been thinking. At least not with his head.

Why now? Why did he feel something? She’d made it clear she wanted nothing to do with him, which was fine and dandy because he didn’t want anything to do with her, either—or did he?