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bungalow. As he followed her into the first room on the left, which had been turned into an exam room, he caught a glimpse of Tony’s boot tip sticking out from the bedroom doorway.
    Shite. Tony would have to walk past the open door to this room to reach the front door, then pass by the windows on his way out of the courtyard.
    Dr. Kirk had her back to Lachlan as she set her box on the table against the bedroom wall. When she turned around, Lachlan did the only thing he could think of in order to make certain Tony could make his escape.
    He grabbed her and kissed her.
    The instant his lips met hers he felt an electric jolt all the way to his toes. He forgot that he’d simply meant the kiss as a distraction. He gentled his hold, cupping her head with one hand and pressing on her lower back with the other as he coaxed her lips to open for him.
    After a startled exclamation, Dr. Kirk softened and parted her lips, accepting his tongue. Male triumph flared inside him. Barely able to hold on to the thought that he was trying to help Tony, Lachlan backed Helen up until she was pressed against the wall beside the door, unable to see out. Rearranging his position, Lachlan stuck his arm into the main room and gestured frantically for Tony to exit.
    Once Lachlan saw the dark shadow of Tony walking past the window, he let go of the reins holding back his desire. He placed his hand where he truly wanted it, on Helen’s breast. She murmured in approval and arched into his touch. Her fingers laced behind his neck and pulled him closer.
    Christ. She was so soft. So willing. He focused on drawing out more greedy sounds of encouragement from Helen, each sound shooting fire through his veins. Her mouth was pure ambrosia, more potent than the finest Scotch. He never wanted to stop kissing her. And why should he? This might be the only opportunity he’d get to explore the passion between them. He—
    “Dr. Kirk? Dr. Kirk?!” The panicked female voice sounded as if the woman were right here in the room with them.
    Helen gasped, then put her hands on Lachlan’s chest and pushed him away.
    For a long moment they stared at one another. He loved the way her breath came in shallow pants and her lips were swollen and slick from his kisses.
    “Dr. Kirk, please. Are you there?”
    Helen turned her head toward the corner to her right. “That’s the shortwave. I need to go.”
    Lachlan reluctantly stepped back, instantly mourning the loss of her body heat.
    She hurried over to the tiny desk at the other end of the room and picked up the microphone of the shortwave radio. “Yes, Leticia, I’m here.”
    “Thank heavens.” The woman switched to the local language. After a quick exchange, Helen signed off.
    “What’s happened?”
    She strode past him. “One of the workers sliced open his hand while trimming a piece of metal support. Leticia is having trouble stopping the bleeding and thinks Abeeku will need stitches.” She made quick work of locking up the bungalow, then they were both in the SUV and racing toward the clinic.
    Regret warred with relief over the interruption. He was leaving tomorrow night. Despite the fierce attraction between them, he had no wish for a one-night stand.
    Aye, it was much better that he remember she was a doctor and he a trained killer. Even without his distrust, they’d never fit.

CHAPTER FIVE
    THE NEXT MORNING, Helen arrived at the clinic a little before dawn. She stifled a yawn as she unlocked the front door. Between stitching up Abeeku’s hand, supervising the cleanup of the clinic—including the blood from Abeeku’s accident—and putting the final touches on the signage for the festival, the remainder of yesterday had flown by. She’d finally fallen into bed, exhausted, a bit after midnight. But thanks to mingled nervousness and excitement over the grand opening, and her inability to stop replaying that earth-stopping kiss, she’d tossed and turned for hours. Wishing she’d had time to make a second