he, the power of her was unbelievable and gloriously arousing. “That ‘stuff’ saved my life more than once. That ‘stuff’, as you call it—” she tossed her head “—has kept me sane for the last three years, and that ‘stuff’ allows me sleep at night.”
She nearly trembled with rage, and he could see it unfold within her. Her blue eyes sparkled, her face was flushed and pink, her chest rose and fell quickly. She was beautiful, and he did not want to see it, to feel anything for her, to be the recipient of her rage. But he couldn’t help himself. He stood there in awe for a few seconds before he could speak.
“Are you okay?” His voice was a hoarse whisper that he barely recognized as his own. “Seriously?”
Then Emily blinked a few times, shook herself and let out a long, slow breath. “I’m fine. The meditation helped and now I’m ready to go out there and see if my lab results are back yet.”
She tried to move past him, but he placed his hand on her arm. She stopped, looked at his hand then up at his face, calm and cool. Hastily, Chase extricated his hand.
“If you wish to continue to do surgery without having it yourself, I suggest you don’t lay a hand on me again. Ever.”
“Sorry.” Point made.
“I’ll let you know about the labs as soon as they’re back.”
“O … kay.” Reaching out, he opened the door and watched Emily walk away.
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