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see anything for the flurry of activity surrounding the table.
    After what seemed like an interminable amount of time, Dr. Madrid backed away from the table, looking relieved. He stopped for a moment and spoke to Mrs. Gonzales, then headed for the exit while the staff prepared to move the patient.
    He yanked the gloves off his hands, the mask off his face and raked the cap from his head, tossing them into the refuse container. He then pushed through the double doors to join Joanna outside the room.
    â€œIs she all right?” Joanna asked.
    â€œShe had a bleeder, but I’ve got it under control.”
    â€œYou didn’t have to do a hysterectomy, did you?”
    â€œNo. I’ve managed to save her uterus. They’ll give her a couple of units of blood. I’m sure she’ll be fine.”
    â€œI’m glad. I was worried.”
    â€œSo was I.” He leveled his golden gaze on her. “Do you want to grab some coffee after I make sure Mrs. Gonzales is settled?”
    That sounded like a plan, one she didn’t dare consider. “I really need to go. I have to call the center then get home. I’ll check on Mrs. Gonzales before I leave.”
    His sultry smile crept in. “Not even one cup of coffee? Just ten minutes of your time?”
    â€œActually, I’m in a hurry.” In a big hurry to get away from those tempting topaz eyes, that drop-dead smile.
    His grin deepened. “Are you always in a hurry?”
    An odd question. “Most of the time I’m running on full speed. Aren’t you?”
    â€œYeah, but I’m about to give out.” He surveyed her face, his gaze zeroing in on her lips before he again locked on her eyes. “Are you sure I can’t change your mind?”
    Oh, he could, but she wouldn’t let him. Joanna started backing down the hall while she slipped the robe away from her shoulders. “I really do need to go.”
    He watched her the same way he had at the gala before she’d made her escape. The man must have excessive pheromones, she decided. Right now they were working on her in some not too unpleasant ways. Head to toe chills traveled downward and heat settled low in her belly. It would be all too easy to agree to spend more time with him. And all too risky.
    â€œI could walk you to your car,” he said through another rogue smile.
    Truth was, her car sat in her apartment lot after she’d scraped together enough money to have it towed. She didn’t have enough funds to have it fixed, though, and the darn thing still refused to run. She wished she could say the same for her sprinting pulse. “Actually, I’m into mass transit these days. I’m taking the bus home.”
    â€œI could give you a ride.”
    She had no doubt about that. “I’ll manage fine.”
    â€œOkay, if you’re sure. Guess I’ll just have my coffee alone.”
    She forced herself to turn away from him. Away from all the electricity the man emitted like a live wire. She picked up her pace before she changed her mind and went back to him, probably at her own peril.
    â€œHave a nice night, Cinderella.”
    Joanna stopped dead in her tracks.
    Slowly she turned only to find an empty space where he had been. Vanished, like some unearthly presence, into a netherworld.
    Joanna laid a hand across her pounding heart and took in several deep breaths. One realization haunted her like a ghost.
    He had recognized her.

Two
    R io sat once more in the hospital cafeteria, this time with only a cup of black coffee. He didn’t dare waste another meal in case he was summoned back to the emergency room or to the labor and delivery floor. It was now nearing 8:00 p.m., and he still had three hours left to take calls before a resident relieved him. Regardless, he was determined to get out of there, even if it meant coming back in.
    He should be tired, dead on his feet, but he wasn’t, and he had Joanna Blake to thank for