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anything but an amalgam of status, power and money. He was never just a man to them. He’d cease to be just a man to her now.
    He exhaled, his gaze leaving her kiss-swollen lips in regret as he waited for artificiality to settle into her guileless eyes, for calculation to take hold of her open-book reactions. He’d often chafed at the trappings of his status and position and wealth. He now positively cursed them.
    Then she again did the last thing he could have expected.
    Her gaping became a glare of such revulsion and hostility,he might as well have turned into a slimy creature before her eyes.
    Then she spat, “You’re one of that pack of highborn, lowlife criminals?”

Three
    H arres stared at this woman who’d just called him and his family a pack of criminals. And he did the only thing he could.
    He threw his head back and belted out a guffaw.
    Now that the local anesthetic was wearing off, his wound protested the uninhibited movement, stabbed him with a burning lance of pain. It wasn’t any hotter than the glare of abhorrence Talia still scorched him with. Seemed his mirth only poured fuel on her sudden antipathy.
    But he couldn’t help it. There was no way he could control his relief, his thrill, that instead of fawning over him, she looked ready to sock him again.
    Then she did. On his good arm, hard enough to sober him a bit, save him from tearing loose her meticulous suturing efforts with laughter.
    â€œDon’t you laugh at me, you aggravating jackass!”
    As if in response to her anger, the wind exploded with sudden fury around the helicopter, rocking the wreckage.
    She didn’t seem to notice as she braced herself, her incandescent eyes riddling him with azure-hot holes.
    And he just loved it.
    He raised a placating hand, tried to pretend a measure of sobriety. It was far harder than anything he’d done tonight. Right along with not reaching out and dragging her back against him. The woman sabotaged his propriety sense and either caressed, aroused or tickled all others.
    â€œI wouldn’t dare. And then, this is delight, not ridicule.” His left hand rubbed the sting of her blow, as if to trap the feel of her flesh against his, even in anger. His lips were still burning with the memory of capturing hers, his tongue from tangling with hers, tasting her intoxication and swallowing her whimpers of pleasure. All of him still tingled from having her, ton of clothes and all, pressed against him. He wanted to get this confrontation out of the way so he could have her there again. “And it’s your doing again, you and your endless surprises.”
    She balled her fists, her bee-stung lips pressing into an ominous line. “How about I give those a fitting end? By fracturing your nose.”
    Her aggression made the pleasure bubbling inside him spill again into a chuckle as he gave his aching jaw a reminiscent rub. “To go with my jaw?” He turned his face, presented her with a three-quarters view of said nose. “Or do you think it could do with a new one?” He shook his head at her chagrined hiss. “Whoa, that alone could have done the job. It’s a good thing I didn’t tell you my name when you had your scalpels deep in my flesh.”
    Her eyes became slits of enraged challenge. “But now I know it, and I’ll have those scalpels there again while debriding the wound before closing it. Over many stages.Or it will fester. And don’t tell me you can take care of it yourself, ’cause we both know you can’t. Most of the wound track is where you can’t reach it. And next time, maybe my nerve block won’t be as…effective.”
    He gasped in mock shock. “You not only flaunt your power over me, you’d abuse that power, disregard your oath to do no harm? You would torment me while I’m under your scalpel? You’d gloat at my helplessness and need, and take pleasure in my pain?” He let