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said.
    She tapped her foot, the sound of her impatience muffled by the carpet. "I've already told you about him, and you've seen his picture and his taste in flowers."
    "And his taste in women," he concluded, looking at her curiously. "Does he turn you on?"
    "That's really none of your business, but turning each other on may not always be the most important thing in a relationship. There are respect, kindness, loyalty—"
    "You can get those from your horse."
    Jill counted to ten. "I don't have a horse." She redirected the conversation once more. "You had a question about the modeling?"
    Tyler put his hands on his hips and sighed. "Yeah. What kind of compensation do I get?"
    Jill did a double take. "All of the money earned as a result of your pictures will be donated to the new wing. Isn't that what you wanted?"
    "That's okay," Tyler said. "But it occurred to me that a lot of people, including hospital employees, will benefit from the wing, but since I'm the one working the gig, there should be something extra in it for me. Don't you agree?"
    Her jaw worked in silence. It was difficult for her to disagree, but— She shrugged. "What did you have in mind?"
    "Since I'm doing something for you, I'd like you to do some things for me," he said with a glint in his eye that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
    Wary, she tried to read him. "What 'things'?"
    He chuckled. "Don't worry. It doesn't involve pictures or billboards. You can keep your clothes on," he said, then added, "if you want."
    Her stomach dipped at the lazy invitation in his eyes. "What 'things'?" she repeated.
    "Just a few field trips. A trip to a ranch, visiting a few famous Fort Worth landmarks. We'll start with the ranch this weekend," he said.
    Jill's heart flew into her throat. She coughed. She wanted to decrease her proximity to Tyler, not increase it. "W-w-wait a minute. This weekend? As in forty-eight hours?"
    He nodded. "Yep."
    "That's too soon."
    "When will the photographer start snapping at me?"
    "He won't snap," she said. "At least not that way. He starts today. He'll follow you around."
    "Would you like that? Having a photographer follow you around, watching your every move?"
    "No, but your ego is bigger than—"
    He pressed his finger over her lips, his laser-blue eyes inches from hers. "We're not going to start talking about size again, are we?" He traced the shape of her mouth with his finger.
    Jill's mouth went dry.
    "If the photographer's going to dog me today, then you can take a little trip to West Texas this weekend."
    "I...I really don't think this is necessary."
    "Maybe, but it's fair," he said. "If I'm putting my mug on billboards and losing my privacy for the sake of the wing, then you should be willing to take a few field trips, don't you think?"
    She didn't agree with his reasoning, but she couldn't exactly argue with it, either. "But why?"
    "I get my curiosity satisfied," he said, his glance heating her from head to toe, "if nothing else. And my curiosity is a powerful thing. Bigger than my ego," he said with an edge to his voice. "I bet yours is, too. Pack your jeans. We'll take my bike," he told her, and his lips twitched. "Maybe you can try out that gelding while I'm there and see if you like the ride he gives you."

    Jill spent the rest of the afternoon supervising the shoot of Tyler's pictures and trying to think of a way to get out of going on the weekend outing. Tyler indulged the photographer for nearly three hours, then told the man to get lost.
    By the end of the day she was exhausted, but she had one more thing to do. Jill hadn't forgotten her original purpose for coming to Fort Worth General Hospital. Yes, she intended to make the project for the wing a bang-up success, but she also intended to conquer her past. It was time to take another step.
    With ammonia salts in her suit jacket pocket, she walked to the elevator and pushed the floor for the nursery. Watching the numbers illuminate as she passed each floor, she