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knuckles to stinging.
    He shook his head. Slowly. Regretfully. “Can' do that, shug .”
    His warm, hard fingers closed carefully around hers.
     

     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Three
     
    Eden tugged.
    “You absolutely can. My clinic. My rules.”
    Jackson gave her a long look and then dropped his head to examine her knuckles. She tugged again. She was the doctor here, not him, even if parts of her thought playing doctor with Jackson was a fine idea. Those parts tingled in the best of ways when he brushed a soft kiss across the bruised skin where she’d struck him.
    “I don’ wan’ you hurtin’, shug .”
    Then you shouldn’t have left all those years ago.
    Those were crazy thoughts, though. She knew that. Jackson Breaux was like the best possible kind of dessert. Decadent and wicked. The kind of sweet taste that made a mockery of her diet, but had her savoring each and every bite until she was done. And that was another thing, one that she’d known even back then on that night of their failed date — Jackson was a one-time special treat.
    And she’d had her one taste.
    So she pulled hard and this time he let her go. Hands on her hips, she stared up at him. “What kind of business do you have here in my clinic at”—she squinted at the desktop computer—“half past six in the morning?”
    If he’d been any other man, she’d have been worried about her cabinet of pharmaceuticals or yelling her head off for Sheriff Jones. The Breauxs, however, had a reputation for being honest to the core—along with being stubborn, rough around the edges loners. Jackson had plenty of faults, but larceny wasn’t one of them. Nor did she really believe he’d come here to hurt her. Instinctively, the same way she knew what her animals were doing and feeling, she knew he wasn’t going to hurt her. Not on purpose.
    He sighed and pointed behind him to the backroom. “You patched me up, shug. I'm much obliged.”
    Naked and crazy. She sure knew how to pick them.
    “The only patch job I've done tonight is a wolf. And I picked up three kittens.”
    He chuckled. “I'm no kitten.”
    They agreed on one thing.
    “What kind of business do you have with me?” She ducked underneath his arm, brushing against his warm side — eyes to yourself , she warned herself — to come up free. She had a feeling he wasn't trying too hard to hang onto her and that just made her madder. He didn’t see her as any kind of threat and yet this was her place and he was in the wrong.
    He shrugged and leaned back against the door, his silence all the answer she got. She averted her eyes. The man had no shame, although naked was a damned fine look for him. She looked at the bare feet planted on her floor, legs slightly apart. Looked up the long, muscled legs with a coarse dusting of hair that demanded touch me and up to…well, nature had been plenty kind to Jackson and rumors hadn’t exaggerated about this. The man was seriously, fantastically hung. His penis was every bit as thick and long as she’d fantasized. He was also hard, a hint of moisture at the tip, and that just set her to wondering again why a naked and aroused Jackson was parked inside her clinic. Instead of dialing 9-1-1 like any sensible and sane woman, however, she imagined fisting that tempting length and feels the heat in her cheeks. God. What would he feel like pushing inside her, all big and hungry?
    “You’re peekin’, shug .” He didn’t sound like he minded one bit, however, and his rich caramel drawl only heated her up more. Damn it . He had to go.
    She snuck one more peek—at his chest because she had some self-control—and then spun on her foot and made for the counter and her purse. She didn't know what he wanted and, trust or not trust, she'd feel better with her cell out. She’d been wrong about Jackson before.
    “You really wan' to know why I’m here?”
    His eyes watched her as she dug around in her purse and found her cell phone. Set it on the counter in