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hospital you were at had to give you blood.”
    And people blood wasn’t wolf blood. Arnold may have been her twin, but they were obviously fraternal. They had incompatible blood types. He would have probably been happy to open a vein for her, but her O- didn’t like his B+.
    “Still don’t even know what caused the wreck,” Petra said. She rubbed her eyes and then fixed them on the doctor in the doorway.
    Jackass.
    He just looked to her like the kind of man who thought he knew everything—high and mighty in his scrub pants and expensive-looking, gold-framed glasses.
    She squinted at him. Wait. Did he have those on before? She could admit she’d been a little distracted the last time he’d been in the room, but she would have remembered him wearing glasses. She’d gotten a damned good look at him and his sea green eyes.
    “You weren’t wearing glasses before. Could you even see what you were doing?”
    He made some sound that could have been a laugh, but she wasn’t sure. He’d barely opened his mouth to make it. “Running gag around here. Curse of the contact lenses. One of mine always falls out at the worst possible time.”
    “Have you looked into LASIK?” Lisa asked.
    “ Mm-hmm . My optometrist referred me to have the surgery done. There’s just the matter of getting the time off from work and driving into Albuquerque. Chris and I are the new guys at the hospital. We don’t have any seniority as far as vacation time scheduling goes.”
    “Who’s Chris?” Petra found herself asking. Not that she cared at all, but sometimes when she lacked information, her mouth worked without the say-so of her brain and tried to acquire facts. Useless shit she didn’t need cluttering her mind.
    “Chris was my roommate, but I moved out when his girlfriend, now wife, moved in.”
    “You’re not still bitter about that, are you?” Lisa chuckled.
    He grunted. “I wasn’t bitter. I like her. I was just surprised that things happened the way they did. Shocked the hell out of me.”
    Leticia tossed the remote control onto the edge of the bed and bent. When she picked up her heel, Petra realized she was putting on her shoes.
    Don’t go! Don’t leave me here with him.
    “Where are you living now?” Graciella asked.
    “Same building, just in a smaller unit. It’s not like I could ever actually get away from Chris. We lived together for too many years. We wouldn’t know what to do with ourselves if we weren’t bumping into each in hallways all the time.” Paul took Leticia’s former place at the bedside and leaned onto the edge, canting his head.
    Ohhhh boy. She felt like a socially inept specimen, and he was some cross between a Ken doll and a nearsighted Mel Gibson playing Mad Max. He probably hadn’t had a haircut since the last time Mel Gibson was on a movie poster.
    And he was perfect-looking. She wanted to punch him right on his square jaw, but instead, her mouth started moving again.
    “You don’t look very old for a doctor,” she blurted, and then looked away with shame burning her cheeks.
    Like you’re so good at guessing, anyway.
    If she stared at him a little longer, she might be able to make a good guess, but he was hard to look at. His gaze was too intense—threatening, maybe—and there was judgment laced into his raised chin and flaring nostrils.
    He doesn’t like what he’s seeing? Well, right back at ya, dude.
    “I’m assure you, I’m old enough,” he said. “I’ve probably got T-shirts older than you.”
    “I doubt that,” she muttered.
    She looked young, maybe, with her general lack of fat in places most women over eighteen had mounds. Puberty had been over for seven years, and she had barely any curves to show for it. That had likely been partly due to starvation when she and Arnold were on the road. Their mother had been a vibrant, voluptuous wolf. She didn’t know about her father—couldn’t remember him. He’d bounced when the going got tough, and she did the best she