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mind about making chicken pot pie for dinner.”
The sparkle in his eyes made Jackie want to sigh. Caleb was newly mated to Kaylie’s older sister, Tess, and was still walking on clouds.
Jackie longed for that feeling.
Just not with Zan Sutton.
Jackie frowned as Caleb walked away, her inner beast whispering seductively in her head.
Caleb has a dangerous job, but it didn’t stop Tess from being with him.
Compared to Zan’s job, Caleb’s was a cake walk.
Not to Tess. It wouldn’t matter if Caleb sat on the couch all day, Tess would still worry. That’s what a mate does. Loves and worries. You heard Kaylie’s worry over Dean last night, and that wasn’t even physical.
Zan’s playing a dangerous game and the odds are stacked against him. Jackie argued back.
And you could be hit by a drunk or unaware motorist as you push your cart out of this very store. You don’t know what’s going to happen.
I do.
Chicken.
Shut up!
If Jackie didn’t know that her wolf could speak to her she’d think she was going insane. As it was, she figured it was her beast that was insane. Her human half was the smart one in this situation, and needed to remain so.
But if that car her wolf warned her about didn’t zoom out of the parking lot and kill her, she was afraid this tug-of-war between her wolf, her body, and her brain just might.
Chapter Seven
Restlessness plagued her all Sunday night and by Monday early afternoon Jackie was ready to pull out her hair. Normally she enjoyed her days off, but right now she could really use a distraction from herself.
She checked her cell phone for the six-hundredth time. Nothing.
No calls from the clinic needing extra help. No calls from her family or friends, and certainly no calls from Zan.
It was the latter that twisted her up inside. As her mate he shouldn’t be able to stay away from her. Yet since she didn’t want him for a mate she should be thrilled.
Right?
Then again, as his doctor, she really should check on him. That had to be what this strange urge was to see him. To make sure he was healing properly and not hurting. It was simply the correct and professional thing to do.
Only, she didn’t know where he was or how to reach him. Which circled back around to, why wasn’t he getting in touch with her? Was he okay? Did something else happen last night? Could he even now be lying in the middle of the forest, bleeding out from another gunshot wound?
Yep. Definitely hair pulling time.
She jumped a foot when the phone in her hand rang. The number on the screen wasn’t listed and her heart began a fast thudding in her chest at the possible implication.
“Doctor Chavez.” She grimaced at the husky tone. So not professional.
“Hey, doc. You okay?”
At Zan’s definitely alive and deep voice, a shiver of heat scorched through her veins. Shaking from the unexpected rush of lust, Jackie sank down on her couch. “I’m good. How are you?” Smart, doc. Real smart . “I mean, how are your ribs feeling? Your side? Have you changed the bandages?”
“That’s actually why I’m calling.”
One brow arched in irritation. He wasn’t calling to woo her, he was calling for medical reasons? Really, how rude was that?
Okay. Maybe it was time she seek her own doctor. One that dealt with mental malfunctions.
She rubbed her forehead. “What’s wrong?”
“I think one of my wounds is infected.”
Doctor Jackie straightened. “Infected? Which one? Explain?” A pause. “The one on my back is healed and the one on my…it’s the one on my hip. I noticed the edges were really red when I took a shower, but I put that stuff on you gave me and re-bandaged it, but it’s starting to ache. And well.” His voice lowered to a whisper. “It’s starting to smell funny.”
Suspicious, Jackie frowned. One, while shifters were not immune from infections, they were rare, and two, if any of Zan’s wounds were to become infected, it would have been the deep bullet wound, not the
The sparkle in his eyes made Jackie want to sigh. Caleb was newly mated to Kaylie’s older sister, Tess, and was still walking on clouds.
Jackie longed for that feeling.
Just not with Zan Sutton.
Jackie frowned as Caleb walked away, her inner beast whispering seductively in her head.
Caleb has a dangerous job, but it didn’t stop Tess from being with him.
Compared to Zan’s job, Caleb’s was a cake walk.
Not to Tess. It wouldn’t matter if Caleb sat on the couch all day, Tess would still worry. That’s what a mate does. Loves and worries. You heard Kaylie’s worry over Dean last night, and that wasn’t even physical.
Zan’s playing a dangerous game and the odds are stacked against him. Jackie argued back.
And you could be hit by a drunk or unaware motorist as you push your cart out of this very store. You don’t know what’s going to happen.
I do.
Chicken.
Shut up!
If Jackie didn’t know that her wolf could speak to her she’d think she was going insane. As it was, she figured it was her beast that was insane. Her human half was the smart one in this situation, and needed to remain so.
But if that car her wolf warned her about didn’t zoom out of the parking lot and kill her, she was afraid this tug-of-war between her wolf, her body, and her brain just might.
Chapter Seven
Restlessness plagued her all Sunday night and by Monday early afternoon Jackie was ready to pull out her hair. Normally she enjoyed her days off, but right now she could really use a distraction from herself.
She checked her cell phone for the six-hundredth time. Nothing.
No calls from the clinic needing extra help. No calls from her family or friends, and certainly no calls from Zan.
It was the latter that twisted her up inside. As her mate he shouldn’t be able to stay away from her. Yet since she didn’t want him for a mate she should be thrilled.
Right?
Then again, as his doctor, she really should check on him. That had to be what this strange urge was to see him. To make sure he was healing properly and not hurting. It was simply the correct and professional thing to do.
Only, she didn’t know where he was or how to reach him. Which circled back around to, why wasn’t he getting in touch with her? Was he okay? Did something else happen last night? Could he even now be lying in the middle of the forest, bleeding out from another gunshot wound?
Yep. Definitely hair pulling time.
She jumped a foot when the phone in her hand rang. The number on the screen wasn’t listed and her heart began a fast thudding in her chest at the possible implication.
“Doctor Chavez.” She grimaced at the husky tone. So not professional.
“Hey, doc. You okay?”
At Zan’s definitely alive and deep voice, a shiver of heat scorched through her veins. Shaking from the unexpected rush of lust, Jackie sank down on her couch. “I’m good. How are you?” Smart, doc. Real smart . “I mean, how are your ribs feeling? Your side? Have you changed the bandages?”
“That’s actually why I’m calling.”
One brow arched in irritation. He wasn’t calling to woo her, he was calling for medical reasons? Really, how rude was that?
Okay. Maybe it was time she seek her own doctor. One that dealt with mental malfunctions.
She rubbed her forehead. “What’s wrong?”
“I think one of my wounds is infected.”
Doctor Jackie straightened. “Infected? Which one? Explain?” A pause. “The one on my back is healed and the one on my…it’s the one on my hip. I noticed the edges were really red when I took a shower, but I put that stuff on you gave me and re-bandaged it, but it’s starting to ache. And well.” His voice lowered to a whisper. “It’s starting to smell funny.”
Suspicious, Jackie frowned. One, while shifters were not immune from infections, they were rare, and two, if any of Zan’s wounds were to become infected, it would have been the deep bullet wound, not the
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