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Boring-ass words.
    After all, he had a fight next week—no point in tempting himself.
    And then there was the sobering reality that her father may have been involved in Cass’s disappearance.
    â€œYou said it was gettin’ late.” The heat and friction of her hand made his heart kick in his chest. “I should be going.”
    She looked down at him like he was crazy. “I didn’t mean . . . You can’t walk, much less drive. You’ll stay here tonight.”
    His body reacted instantly. Tightening up.
Bastard
. Groaning with all the images that suggestion brought on. “Look, I can call Deac or James to come and get me—”
    She pushed off of him and stood up. Her expression was a strange combination of weary and appalled. “The two of them are pretty much on their honeymoons. It would be incredibly rude to ‘wake them up’ late at night to come all the way out here to get you, don’t you think?”
    She’d made little air quotes for the “wake them up” part, as if she was really saying the coupleswere no doubt up to something dirty. Which they probably were.
    â€œSure,” he agreed. “That’s just a bonus.”
    Her eyes widened. “You’re evil.”
    He laughed. “I know you’re not just figuring that out now, Doc.”
    â€œYou’re staying here,” she said, end of story. “You shouldn’t be moving. Not tonight, anyway. You need to keep that foot iced and elevated. I’m going to get you something for the pain.”
    â€œNope. Don’t need it.”
    â€œSomething like Advil will bring down the swelling, Cole.”
    â€œNo meds go into my body this close to a fight,” he explained. “And I don’t need any cold on it either. I can handle the pain. Shit, I could probably drive if I had to.”
    â€œWell, you don’t have to. You’re staying right here in my bed.” She went red and backed up a few feet. “Err . . .
the
bed. This bed. I won’t be in it, of course. I have a guest room.” She turned away and shook her head.
    Cole grinned at her embarrassed rambling and let his gaze drop from hers and skim down her body. She had a small frame that housed the most delectable curves. Damn if her clothes weren’t still wet and clinging to her. She hadn’t even noticed. And he was supposed to sleep with her in the next room?
    â€œWhat?” she demanded. “What are you thinking?”
    Not a chance. He wasn’t letting her in on those kinds of thoughts. Shit.
He
didn’t even want to know he had ’em. She wasn’t a woman he could ever get involved with. Sheriff Hunter’s daughter.
    His hands went behind his head. “Just never slept in a pink bed before.”
    She looked relieved and took a deep breath. “Well, then this is your lucky day.”
    Right. Real lucky.
    â€œWell, good night, Cole,” she said, then turned and headed for the door.
    â€œNight.” Cole stared after her. As hot going as she was comin’.
    â€œYou call me if you need anything, okay?”
    His mouth kicked up at the corners. “Sure thing, Doc.”
Not in a million goddamned years.
    She turned off the light, then left the door ajar like he was a little kid afraid of the dark. When in truth what he was afraid of had just left the room. Sure, he’d found her attractive during their battle of wills and restraining orders. He wasn’t blind to her charms and assets or the brain in her head—which frankly was the hugest turn-on of all—but he’d understood on some cellular level that she wasn’t to be looked at as . . . well, a possibility. Datin’ material. But now, as he lay here in her pink bed, smelling her on the pillows, his foot aching but the muscle between his legs aching far worse,he knew he needed to get out of this house tomorrow and get things back to the way they