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something on your arm. I didn’t get a chance to read it though because I was too busy hauling your carcass into your bed and making sure you didn’t choke on your vomit in your sleep.”
                  I made an offended sound. “I’ve never vomited in my—”
                  “Was it his number?” she asked slyly, her eyes practically glinting in the moonlight.
                  “None of your business!” I said a touch too quickly and too loudly.
                  “Oh so it was!” she said in satisfaction. “So did you call him? After that night? Did you see him again?”
                  Flustered, I straightened myself up. “Nurse, you should wash up quickly so you can grab some rest. We have a busy day tomorrow as well,” I tried to say in a prim clinical voice.
                  But it only made Tammy grin wider. “How busy are you going to get?” she asked with a heavy drop of innuendo in her voice.
                  “Oh come on!” I huffed as I walked off to cool my heating face. Behind me, I heard Tammy laughing to herself.
                  I walked quickly and without real aim. I just wanted the night air to blow against my steaming cheeks. I walked past the large main tents, a storeroom, another smaller tent. I saw a fallen tree trunk out in the dark distance nearly covered in some rocks and brush where I could sit and take a moment for myself away from prying nurses.
                  I was about two steps away from the hidden space when I suddenly felt a powerful grip grab a handful of the back of my shirt, yanking me back hard.
                  “Gah!” I cried out as I lost my footing and fell completely backwards. But instead of hitting the packed dirt, I hit a solid chest.
                  My heart thumped hard and my breathing suddenly grew shallow.
                  Gulping, I slowly raised my eyes upward to see the face of Captain Hawking looking down at me with a curious expression.
                  “And just where do you think you’re going, Dr. Lyon?” he asked calmly.
                  I tried to stand myself up but he kept firm hold of my shirt, keeping me pulled against him. I struggled a bit but I was held completely prisoner. And through my futile struggles, Cooper looked down at my with the same bland look of curiosity as if not at all feeling my squirming against him.
                  I sighed, giving up. “I was going to sit on that tree,” I said pointing towards it. “Is that illegal?”
                  Cooper pursed his lips, tilting his head to the side, as if considering my words. “Well, yes,” he said simply.
                  I stared at him. Or up at him, really.
                  “Really,” I said flatly. “It’s illegal to sit on a tree .”
                  Cooper shifted his hold on my so that instead of holding onto the back of my shirt, his arm was now around my shoulders. I tried to step away to put some space between us but his arm held fast, keeping me pressed right up against him. It was odd to see his calm face belie the clear physical strength he had and was using against me at the moment.
                  Keeping his arm around me, he pointed at the ground a foot away from the fallen tree. I noticed wooden stakes ground in a few feet apart. In the dark and in my huff, I hadn’t seen them at all.
                  “That,” Cooper said, lowering his head towards my ear. My pulse increased at feeling his hot breath against my cheek, “is the perimeter of camp. And if I recall correctly from your first day here, I said no one was allowed to leave camp without the escort of an Easy Team member.”
                  The tree was literally one foot behind the stakes. “Really?” I said, quirking a brow at