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counter; "That wad of cash I keep trying to get you to take is twenty five thousand dollars."

    Holy shit.

    I shake my head; "You know you could have died tonight if I hadn't found you, right? I mean why do this?"

    “Eh, it’s just what I do I guess." He says, leaning back against his headboard. He winces for a second and I can see a red bloom at the bandage on his side.

    "Shit, you're bleeding. Hang on, let me change that bandage again." I move towards the bed and sit on the edge as I bend down to examine him.  

    "So is that why you fight then? That money?" I nod my head at the kitchen counter.

    He laughs dryly; "Not at all, actually."

    "So why then?"

    "Let me ask you this, Doc; why did you fix me up tonight?"

    I give him a look; “Because its what I do , I'm a doct-"

    "See?" He grins at me.

    "Cute," I say dryly, a grin teasing the corners of my lips.

    I look around the empty loft; "Look do you have  anything to eat here? You lost a lot of blood tonight, you should eat something.”

    "I have no idea." He says with a nonchalant shrug.

    I raise an eyebrow at him; "You don't know if you've got any food here?"

    "I dunno, I might?"

    "You do live here , right?"

    "Uh, sort of." He says awkwardly.

    "What's that mean?"

    "I mean, yeah, I sort of live here. It’s sort of like my hideaway from life.“

    I frown at him; "What are you, married or something?"

    He barks out a laugh; "Uh, no, darlin; I'm not."

    I find myself smiling at his drawled “darlin’ as I look away, and then I’m wondering why I feel such an immediate spark of excitement hearing that he isn’t married.

    I turn back, and he’s slowly closing his eyes; “Hey, hey! ” I snap in his face and pat his bristled cheek as he opens his eyes and grins at me; “You can’t fall asleep like this.”

    “Aww, whats the matter, Doc, enjoying the conversation too much?” His grin is just charming enough to let the cockiness of the comment that would usually dig right under my skin just sort of roll off of me instead.

    “No, I mean you probably have a concussion and I really can’t let you sleep.”

    He nods, and his eyebrow arches suggestively; “Guess we should find a way to keep me up then.”

    I’m still sitting right on the edge of his bed, right next to him, and I swallow heavily, my pulse hammering in my chest as I find myself biting my lip and locking eyes with him. There’s a spark there, something familiar, and yet something wildly strange, and for whatever reason, it’s drawing me in like a moth to flame.

    There’s a final moment, right before my lips touch his - right before I let myself go and right before we both crash together - where I suddenly realize I don’t even know his name.

    But of course by then, it’s almost better not knowing.

“Are you fucking kidding me!?”

    No, no FUCKING way . Taking the job with Archer Holdings was one thing, but there isn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that I’m going to work under Logan fucking Dempsey for the next three months; no fucking way at all.

    Instantly, my mind goes to an entirely new place with the thought of being under Logan, and I blush at the dirty thoughts that quickly escalate in my head before I shake them away and scowl at him, as if this smug prick set this whole damn thing up from the start.

    “ Yeah, ” Logan runs a hand through that perfect head of dark hair; “We should probably talk about this.”

    He reaches out to put a hand on my arm but I yank it away from him; "Don't touch me," I hiss, mentally cursing my sister and the entire concept of a wedding with no booze.

    “Will you fucking relax?" He says, brow furrowing.

    "And don't tell me to re-"

    "Well calm the fuck down then, instead.“ He growls, suddenly grabbing me by the arms and pushing me back against the wall. A tiny gasp drops from my lips and I blush bright pink as I realize that I'm instantly and horribly turned on by his rough touch. I can smell his aftershave, and the vague