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her pencil onto the desk and crossed her arms. Why the hell did I just lie to him? I barely got through the first two questions!
    “I can see you are in pain. What would you say if I told you I’ve got something to help your foot?”
    “Like drugs or something? I don’t think so. I have a bottle of pills at home.” She collected her things and put them in her bag, then stood and flung the bag over her shoulder. “Please excuse me while I crawl up the stairs.” Devon twisted around and hopped up two steps.
    “I’m not going to watch you break your other leg.” Matthews suddenly stood there in front of her as if he had been there the whole time.
    “How did you move so fast?” She tilted her head to the side in confusion. Holy shit!
    “Follow me into my office. I’ll give you something to heal your leg completely.” He gestured back down the stairs.
    “You mean like an herb?” She shook her head and rattled the words ‘heal your leg’ around in her brain. “I mean, not FDA approved?”
    “No, but it will treat the break.”
    “Um, I don’t need hair growing on my tongue or some crazy side effect like leaking fluid out of my ears.” Devon glanced up toward the door. “Anyway, my crutches are up there, so unless you are going to grab them, I’m stuck standing here.”
    “Would you talk to any of your other professors in such a flippant tone?”
    “None of them get me this…” she swallowed hard to avoid the word ‘aroused’, “…get me like this.”
    “Like what?” Matthews looked genuinely perplexed as she fumbled for the right word.
    “Flustered,” Devon substituted. His proximity was making her sweat. Even with the ache in her leg and the embarrassment from the failed attempt at the test, she could not ignore her attraction to him.
    “Flustered?” Matthews nodded and she thought she saw a shadow of a smile. “Well then, I’ll try not to do that.”
    “You seem quite amused at my choice of words.”
    “I’d rather hear how you really feel.”
    “I feel irritated, somewhat annoyed, and right now, pissed off. So choose one.”
    “You can either follow me into my office or you can hop your butt up the stairs, but I’m done listening to your mouth.” Matthews rushed up the stairs, grabbed her crutches, and returned them to her.
    “If you’re angry I missed the exam, fine, but I can’t handle whatever game this is.” Devon dug her nails into the soft cushioned bars of the crutches.
    She wanted to tell him how she’d gotten to this spot in her life but didn’t know how to open up.
    “You will eventually realize I don’t play games.” He brushed past her and headed down the stairs.
    “I’m not going anywhere!” She swiveled her body toward the front of the room and watched as he descended the stairs without a glance back to her.
    “Good-bye, Ms. Dawson.” He waved over his shoulder and continued toward his desk.
    How dare he dismiss me so easily! Devon thrust the crutches under her arms to spin around after him but the left crutch tip got stuck mid-swing. Her balance got thrown off and she had to let go of them to break the fall. A flash of movement caught her eye and suddenly she was no longer falling. Somehow he had managed to catch both her and the crutches at the same time.
    A thousand thoughts flitted through her brain, but none of them made sense as he slowly brought her to a standing position and released her. It reminded her of a dip in a passionate dance, and for just a moment she wanted to stay in his arms. “How did you catch me?”
    “Adrenaline rush. You would probably be on your way back to the hospital if I hadn’t.” He handed her the crutches. “Do you want to come to my office now?” He swept one arm toward the small side door at the front of the room.
    “Yeah, fine,” Devon mumbled then swung her crutches and followed him.
    They made their way through several hallways until they reached a door embossed with his name. He quickly twisted open the