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arrangement in the uncomfortable looking visitor’s chair. Pulling himself into an upright position, he regards me with unrestrained interest.
    “I come bearing a gift, though.”
    I pass him the coffee I brought for him from the kiosk I passed on my way here.
    “It’s black since I had no idea how you like it.”
    He takes a deep swallow, nodding his thanks. We stare at each other for a few moments until the silence—except for the steady beeping of Joel’s monitors—overwhelms me.
    “I said I’m sorry, Lucas. Don’t you have anything to say?”
    He winks at me before breaking into a grin.
    “You talk a lot, Doll.”
    I huff. There’s that name again. And still no apology from him for punching the doorframe last night. His grin grows bigger at my reaction.
    “How’s this? I’ll call you Juliette if you call me Timber? Every time Lucas rolls off those pretty lips of yours, I’ve gotta fight the urge to turn around and look for my mama and her damn rolling pin.”
    Laughter falls from me unbidden at the visual of this giant man being chased by a motherly looking woman wielding an oversized rolling pin.
    “Deal. I’ll call you Timber, but you can call me JJ. I’m not a fan of my given name either.”
    Shifting my coffee into my left hand, I reach out and shake his proffered hand with my now unencumbered right hand. His big, warm hand swallows my small one, and I can’t help imagining how it would feel to have his huge body engulf my much smaller frame.
    Breaking contact at that unsettling thought, I perch myself on the edge of the second visitor’s chair.
    “I didn’t come here just to apologize. I have a small problem that I need to discuss with you.”
    “Sounds serious—” He chuckles.
    “It’s not funny.” I give him my no-nonsense, pay-attention-to-me face. “You know how you put my boss in his place last night?”
    “Yeah?”
    “Well, I’ve been told that he made a complaint to management about you. He said that you threatened him. And he said that I witnessed it. I thought I should give you a heads up before I meet with them.”
    Draining his coffee and throwing the empty cup into the trashcan, he rises to his feet and rolls his shoulders. He cracks his neck from side-to-side before stretching his arms above his head, and I try my hardest not to moan when the bottom half of his stomach comes into view as his T-shirt lifts.
    Holy six-pack, Batman.
    Grabbing his things from the back of the chair I’m sitting on, he slides his leather vest over his shoulders before draping his jacket neatly over the back of the chair he vacated.
    “Did you hear what I said?”
    “I did, Doll. But since we both know I didn’t threaten the asshole, I don’t see how this is a problem?”
    “Lucas—” I begin.
    “Timber,” he interjects.
    I narrow my eyes at his terse correction. He just called me “Doll”, yet he thinks he can remind me to call him Timber.
    “As I was saying, Lucas , he told them that I witnessed it. I’m kind of stuck between a rock and a hard place here. He’s my boss, and I’m hoping to become a resident next year. If I get on the wrong side of him now, then I’ll probably lose my chance.”
    “So what exactly are you saying? That you want my blessing to lie for your piece-of-shit boss?”
    “No! That’s not what I’m saying.”
    I can’t believe he thinks that. I’m simply trying to warn him what’s about to happen, and to explain my predicament.
    “Yeah, I don’t follow. It’s pretty fucking simple in my eyes. You tell them that he wouldn’t take no for an answer when you told him he wasn’t welcome in your pants. That he told you that “releasing your tension” with him would help your career. You tell them that I stepped in, and that he’s made this bullshit complaint to cover his own ass.”
    “It’s not that easy. If I do that, my chances of a surgical residency under him next year will be ruined.” I stand, bunching my fists and bouncing on my