He turned and found me one pace behind. His chest was an inch from my nose. “You’ll wait in your room for the doctor.” A different woman might have given in then, their stomach shriveling as mine did. “You planning to carry me up there?” I asked. “Throw me over your shoulder?” His eyes flashed. “You say that like it isn’t exactly what I’d like to do.” I swallowed. “It’s a lot of stairs, Patrick. You wouldn’t manage.” “Careful.” He crouched until his nose was level with mine, his lips a hairsbreadth away. “That sounded an awful lot like a challenge.” Heat washed over me, a thousand small flares
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