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to look the way I do.
    I’m just…not thin.  
    But this is not the problem I have, mentally and emotionally, with myself. I don’t care about being thin, I swear. I love myself, I love my body, and I have no desire or need to lose weight.  
    The real reason for my insecurity is…complicated. Delves deep into the most traumatic part of my past, to things I don’t think about, and certainly don’t ever, ever, ever talk about.
    But Thresh didn’t know any of this. All he knew is that he liked what he saw. And he wanted what he saw.
    But…what did I do about it?
    Three years ago I swore that I’d never trust a male again. And I haven’t. There’s been interest. I’ve been asked out and hit on, guys at the gym trying to bring me home for casual sex, fellow doctors looking for more than casual sex…I rejected them all out of hand, didn’t even think twice. None of them so much as made me hesitate. Just no. Nope. No way. Not interested, thanks anyway.  
    But Thresh, god…he does something to me. To my head, to my body. Even my cold, dead heart seems to feel some kind of something when he’s around.  
    But how could I trust him? Even for something casual? God, perish the thought. I could never do casual. Never ever. Even before everything that happened to make me the way I am, I couldn’t have done casual. But now? Fuck no. Hell no, fuck no, oh my fucking god… NO .
    So then where does that leave me, in terms of Thresh’s interest in me? No way is a guy like him looking for anything more than quick and casual. He flew in to Miami just to get me to fix him, which means he’s mobile. He can and will go anywhere, anytime, on a whim. I’m tied here, to Miami, to the hospital; it’s home, and I have no reason to leave.  
    Plus, he’s just bad news. Everything about him screams player , and it’ll be a cold day in Hell before I get played by another player.  
    Also, he treated getting shot twice like it was a common occurrence. More of an inconvenience than anything else, really, is how he acted. I got the feeling I could have treated his wounds without anesthetic if I’d had to, and he wouldn’t have flinched. A man only gets that kind of tough from long experience, and the scars I saw on his body told the story clearly enough.  
    He is, to put it in precise terms, a very, very dangerous man. I don’t need to know anything else about him to know that. He just exudes danger and threat, and it’s not just because of his size. I mean, yeah, he’s seven feet tall and over three hundred pounds of pure muscle, but he just…it’s just his very essence. He’s deadly. It seeps from his very pores.  
    And that scares the spit out of me.  
    Literally, it leaves me dry-mouthed.
    But then…the dry-mouth could also be from the potency of my attraction to him.
    Which presents the problem.
    I’m terrified of him. Attracted to him so powerfully that it scrambles my brain and leaves my hormones in turmoil.  
    But…I can’t trust him. He’s a man, for one thing. And he’s obviously a player used to getting what he wants on his own terms, and my feelings and my future won’t factor into that. Plus, he’s not from Miami, which means it doesn’t matter what either of us want or intend, it can’t amount to anything anyway.
    All the evidence tells me to stay clear of him, keep away, shut him down, close him out, do what I do and don’t give him another thought.  
    But my brain doesn’t seem to be paying any attention to wisdom.  
    Because all damn day, my thoughts kept returning to goddamn Thresh.  
    By the time all of my laundry was washed and dried and folded, it was quarter to six in the evening and I was carrying my clothes home, lost in thought, fighting to keep Thresh off my mind. I was still in my workout shorts and tank top, and I never took a shower at the gym, so I stank like old sweat, my hair was a messy rat’s nest pulled back in a frizzy ponytail. I hauled my laundry up the stairs, because I