row stairwell as Rosie scrambled off Cameron's chest, i

slightly as she pressed her hands along his c

letting her cool fingers trace his back. He drew a s

Go check on

his right shoulder blade. She pulled her hand back

ck open. It's deep, and y

arke, Cameron's aide-de-camp, rushed down the steps with two so

lon

self to his feet, brushing off the c

eron commanded sharply. "No one gets ne

aking through his commander's black shirt

s,

xpression cooling back into the di

lized, Nurse. You may

feet and looked

my life. In return, I am

il Cameron's gaze dropped to the thin bead of bloo

the

into an empty minor-procedures room at the quiet end of the floor. Under

r shirt and l

shirt with one hand and shrugged it off, expos

deep, bleeding gash from the metal railing, the taut muscle of his b

ed up a cotton ball soaked in iodine, and gen

, the heavy muscles across Cameron's sho

ver the table. At this distance, the scent of cedarwood a

forearms, Cameron let out a low, g

s gentle when you crush

for a split second as

Right now I'm a nurse,

art of the laceration. With every pass of the curved needle thro

as she tied off a stitch. "With your reflexes

d the final thread. Then he slowly turne

no protocol for letting a c

is dark eyes. In the small, quiet room, the air felt hea

eck. His eyes darkened as he raised his uninjured right hand and bru

her boots rooted to the floor as the thick gun

oo," Cameron murmured,

ar it in her ears. Her lips parted, no so

tween them, the door of the procedu

e was an attack in the ICU!" Hattie's

ping into the instrument trolley w

his hand, picked up his black shirt from the chair, and draped it o

eyed from the half-dressed colonel to Rosi

ds Rosie in his office right away to gi

acing pulse and stripped off her gloves,

e right

paused with her hand on the

y for three days, Col

his thumb against his fingertips where her pulse had beat