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him, she said, “Get some rest tonight. We should be able to release you tomorrow.”
    He must have been exhausted because he simply nodded and smiled tightly. His only sign of pain—the muscles in his cheeks clenched when she retaped the bandage.
    Hannah swallowed, stunned by the sudden hot sensations weaving through her. Maybe her hormones were out of whack. Coupled with nerves, an imbalance could cause hot flashes. She should check her estrogen levels, although she was way too young for—
    “Doc?”
    She signed off on his chart. “Get some rest now, Mr. Tippins. I need to check my other patients.”
    “Aren’t you supposed to be on your honeymoon?”
    Hannah paused, absentmindedly tapping the chart with her pen. “How did you know I was getting married?”
    “Wiley let everyone at the dealership off early to attend your wedding. That’s the reason I was working by myself.”
    Right, he worked for her father; how could she forget? Maybe if there’d been someone else working with him he wouldn’t have been shot.
    Something else for her to feel guilty about.
    His fingers brushed over her knuckles. “Did I say something to upset you?”
    Hannah pulled her hand away, her eyes glued to his long tanned fingers. “I…er, I didn’t get married today.”
    His dark eyebrows lifted slightly over high cheekbones. “I could have sworn I saw you in a wedding dress. Must have been hallucinating from the pain.”
    “No, I was wearing one when I arrived,” Hannah admitted, figuring he’d hear the news from the car-lot grapevine. “I called off the wedding.”
    A streak of surprise lit his sleepy, bedroom eyes. “That’s too bad.”
    She arched a brow at him. He didn’t sound as if he thought it was bad at all. And he was a stranger; she didn’t owe him an explanation.
    “I’m sure my dad will come by to thank you for your heroics,” she said, reverting back to their earlier conversation.
    A brooding expression tightened the lines at the corner of his mouth. She’d run out on a good, stable man because she’d dreamt of this stranger?
    Forget hormone pills. She should call the men in the little white coats to come and haul her away. Maybe she needed to see a psychiatrist. Except Seth was the best psychiatrist in town and she had a feeling he wouldn’t be sympathetic.
    She suddenly felt dizzy again.
    “Tell your dad he doesn’t need to come by,” Jake mumbled in a low voice.
    “What?”
    “I’m no hero, Dr. Hartwell. Catching that guy was a freak thing.”
    Hannah frowned, confused by the intensity of his words. She needed to get away from this man, and fast. Something deep and troubled lurked in the depths of his eyes. Something dangerous and dark that called out to her.
    Something that scared the life out of her.
    “I need to see those other patients now.” Without waiting for a reply, she backed toward the door, fighting the urge to touch the man’s broad shoulders and remind him he was a hero. But the memory of the erotic dream floated around her, the warmth in her belly sending a sliver of uneasiness up her spine. She must have seen Jake before, probably at her father’s dealership. Subconsciously she’d found him physically attractive and conjured him in her dream. Simple.
    End of story.
    The dream wouldn’t come true. Even though the man was sexy as homemade sin, she’d never ever in a cajillion years become involved with a used-car salesman. Especially one who worked for her lovable but notoriously outlandish father.

    J AKE GROANED , his brain foggy from the sedatives the nurses had administered, his thoughts registering the fact that Hannah Hartwell had canceled her wedding. There had to be a story there; one Wiley would probably embellish when he dropped by to visit. Had the woman’s poor fiancé cheated on her or done something equally heinous to make her dump him? If so, Wiley would be ticked.
    Like a vision, she glided out the door. Her lithe figure disappeared just as a plan formulated