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    “Please leave me and my ankle alone.”
    First, she was wounded. Now she was fine? A proud woman. Bors leaned forward without taking his eyes off the most amazing and beautiful dark green eyes he'd ever seen. She had eyes that spoke defiance, courage, intelligence, brevity, and secrets. Yes, secrets. He'd seen enough pair of eyes to know. In his line of work, all he had to do was look at the person and he'd know if he or she was lying. And the woman sitting in front of him had eyes that betrayed her.
    Tristan and Edmund's admirers were mothers who'd take their kids to the clinic for minor cuts just to see the handsome doctors. But Miss I-Am-Fine here didn't have a child with her. She cradled her purse instead of a baby. “If you're fine, why are you here?”
    The woman glanced to her left, then to her right. Yup, not so good in keeping secrets at all, he thought.
    “To see the doctor.”
    “I know that.”
    “Okay, my foot hurts.”
    “Were you running away from a boyfriend you dumped, or was a mad woman after you because she caught you making out with her boyfriend?”
    “Your question is convoluted and highly devious. I shouldn't answer you, but I won't have you thinking you are right. For your information, I would never consort with a man who is already involved with another and I don't have a boyfriend to chase after me. And my swollen ankle, as you nicely put it, why I broke it is none of your business. So, just leave me alone. And why don't you just go back to sleep. You look tired.”
    With his body in full alert, no way he could go back to sleep. No boyfriend, huh? She must be one of those women who never dated a man without a tie or polished shoes. The delicious looking woman in front of him raised her chin a bit. Feisty. She might look rumpled, but damn, he loved staring at her.
    Her ankle looked swollen, but definitely not broken since she could still move her foot. Bors peered closer and made a move to touch the tip of her shoe to make sure. The woman made a low screeching sound of a trapped mouse, getting the attention of everyone in the room. Even the whiny kids stopped making noises.
    “For fuck sakes, woman. Normally, people scream when they feel the pain,” he whispered.
    “I am anticipating the pain,” she hissed. “And there is no need for you to swear. Kids around.”
    Beautiful, maybe, but she was a nutty. He leaned back against the chair again and studied the woman. Everything about her was expensive. Her matching sapphire earrings, ring, bracelet, necklace and shoes spelled money. Even her shoulder bag screamed dough. She looked like a shiny dime in a basket full of pennies. Trendy, smelled so nice, and agitated. Now, what was she doing here in a pediatric clinic?
    “Your foot is not broken.”
    “How do you know? You're not a doctor.”
    “I've seen enough broken bones to know. See that part of your ankle?” He pointed at her red ankle.
    She leaned forward to look. Their heads were so close, Bors got a whiff of her shampoo. Vanilla and something else. Whatever it was, it smelled really good.
    “Yeah? What about it?”
    “You just sprained it. Definitely not broken.”
    “Well, maybe it's not broken, but it hurts like hell.”
    “I bet. What you need is a cold compress, rest your foot and the soreness will be gone before you know it. Here, you can prop your foot on my seat.” He spread his legs to make room for her foot.
    “You trust me to place my foot in between your legs.”
    “You can't hurt me.” Worse than I am right now. He wanted to stand up and pull his pants down a bit to make room for his swollen dick, but he didn't want her to notice his discomfort.
    “Believe me. I am capable of making a man go down on his knees—big or small.”
    Holy balls! “Whenever you change your mind.” He tapped the space in between his legs. “If I were you, I'd just stay at home, rent a movie, eat popcorn, brownies, or Oreo cookies. A Crunch ice cream bar is good while