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but I wasn’t that big of an asshole.
    Controlling my urge to take her would be especially tough when she was so near, but I would have to fight it tooth and nail.
    Once I shook hands with Dr. Wallace, I looked over at Sheridan who had her mouth hanging wide open.
    I furrowed my brows and asked tersely, “What?" It came out a bit more harshly than I intended.
    A stunned look appeared on her face and she quickly shook it away. “Nothing. Uh…thank you." She added softly.
    I needed to get away from her to regroup and get my shit together. “Do you have a suitcase or other belongings?" She had briefly told me that she was on her way someplace, but didn’t specify where. I assumed she would’ve brought extra clothes with her, if so I was going to retrieve them from where her car is now.
    “Yah, I had a duffel bag with me, but I guess it’s still in my car." She brought her hands to the top of her head, “Oh no, where is my car?"
    “Your car is in the local salvage yard. It’s considered totaled, which means it can’t be fixed."
    “Well, how do you know this?" I imagined that if she were standing, she’d have her hands on her hips.
    “I’m a mechanic. I’ve been working on cars for almost half of my life. And there is absolutely no fixing that car, the axel is broken from the impact and the entire driver’s side is beyond repair. It would cost more to be fixed than what the car is actually worth."
    Her face fell as if she had been scolded, I guess I did respond rather sternly. “Oh, ok." She looked down at the light blue blanket that was covering her lower extremities and began fiddling with a frayed edge.
    In this position, she looked too small and vulnerable. I needed to remember to keep myself in check and watch my tone with her. After all, it wasn’t her fault that she was the first woman I’d been really attracted to since Erin. I just couldn’t act on that attraction.
    “While you are getting discharged, I’ll go get your belongings out of your car, I brought you some sweats and one of my T-shirts. They may swallow you but, it’ll be better than showing all of the elderly patients your exposed backside and giving them heart palpitations."
    She peeked up at me, a quizzical expression on her face. It was supposed to make her smile and instead it just backfired on me. I should just stick to being broody. “Never mind," I shook it off. “I’ll be back in a bit."
    Forty-five minutes later, I was pulling up to the main entrance of the hospital, now with an oversized duffel, musical keyboard, an old photo album, and a cell phone car charger. That was the extent of her belongings that was in the car.
    I opened my door and hopped out of my truck the same time a nurse rolled Sheridan out in a wheelchair.
    Opening the passenger door, she tried to stand, putting most of her weight on her right leg. She had to quickly tug up the sweats I lent her, as they were too big, even with her rolling the waist down several times, and tried hobbling towards the opened door. They ended up letting her have a walking boot since she had injured ribs, the crutches would only further aggravate them.
    The cast on her left foot went up to the middle of her calf and was big and bulky.
    Taking her first real look at my truck, she turned her attention towards me, her eyebrows almost disappearing into her hairline.
    “How do you expect me to get up in this thing?" she asked as she flicked her wrist at my truck and lifted her lip in distaste.
    I was completely shocked, did she just insult my truck? Women loved my truck. It was a damn good thing I wasn’t going to act on my attraction, because that just pissed me the fuck off.
    “Yeah, it’s not a thing, " I scoffed. “It’s a 2010 Ford F-150 FX4, which means it is several thousand pounds of badass. I modded it myself, putting on a six inch lift kit and replaced the original grill for a chrome one; it also has a Flowmaster exhaust among numerous other modifications." I schooled