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The Prince's Intimate Abduction (The Samara Royal Family #2)(6)
Author: Elizabeth Lennox

And if she were perfectly honest with herself, the doctor part of her was amazed at how quickly he was healing. But the feminine side of her, the side that she hadn’t ever acknowledged before Turk showed up, was slightly depressed that she wouldn’t have the excuse of keeping him here much longer.

It suddenly occurred to her that she really should be figuring out a way to get him out of this clinic without the bad guys knowing about him. She only had his word that he wasn’t one of the bad guys, but something inside of her knew that he was good, honest and trying to make the world a better place. How he could do that as a soldier, she wasn’t completely clear about, but she just knew that something inside of him was good and worthy.

And unfortunately, that made him all the more dangerous.

She was a doctor, for goodness sake! She shouldn’t be sad if he got better, or excited that he was a good person. She should heal everyone no matter what was in their hearts. She was a healer, not a minister.

And at the end of the day, she was still trying to fight her completely inappropriate attraction to a man that she should see only as a patient.

Taking a deep breath, she straightened her shoulders, turned away from her exhausted, drained and sad looking image in the mirror and tried to stop thinking about how yummy the man looked.

He was still a soldier. She was a doctor. Two different worlds. Two different end games. Their two worlds couldn't mix in any positive way.

Pushing her feet forward, she grabbed the bag one of the local villagers had brought her, holding it against her chest as she walked into the recovery room.

For a long moment, she just stood there, her eyes moving over his muscles with relish and fascination. Once again, she was startled by how amazing he looked. The man was built!

“Are they gone?” he asked as he slowly woke up, his eyes looking up at her.

Even as she looked down at him, he went from sleeping to fully alert in a matter of seconds.

“Are you feeling okay?” she asked softly, not sure how long he’d been sleeping or if he was still in pain.

His eyes moved up and down her jeans-clad figure, a slight smile forming on those handsome lips. “I’d feel a whole lot better if you’d kiss me,” he told her.

All of Raven’s professional demeanor crashed with those words. Her mouth fell open and she looked at him as if he’d just told her he was going to bomb the clinic. “Excuse me?” she asked him, sure that she’d misunderstood him. Surely he hadn’t just said…

“I’m going to kiss you,” he told her and pushed himself up to a sitting position. “And eventually, we will make love together. I’ve been contemplating the eventuality all day.”

She shook her head and backed up. “No. That’s not possible.”

A dark eyebrow went up with that denial. “Not possible? How is it not possible?”

She stepped back, realized what she was doing and pulled herself up short, trying to appear strong even though her stomach was flipping about and her body was trembling with the idea. The very bad idea. “No. No kissing. No making love, especially not in the near future with that wound and no…nothing else.”

He laughed softly when she looked down at the bag in her hands. “I brought you clothes.”

He chuckled as he accepted the shirt and sweatpants. “Are you sure they’ll fit?” he asked, lifting the shirt up to look at it.

She stepped back slightly, trying desperately hard not to look at his bare chest. Or his shoulders. Could he please just put the stupid shirt on? “I asked around. Someone found a…large one.” Oh, please, please let that shirt fit, she thought silently.

He lifted the white tee-shirt up, holding it against himself and nodded. “It just might fit me,” he said, amazed. The older shirt definitely wasn’t his style, but he would wear it if it would make her feel more comfortable.

Raven sighed with relief when all that amazing, tanned skin was now hidden from her desperate eyes. Almost sinking to the floor with relief, she bit the inside of her cheek, not allowing herself to tell him to take it off again.

Dinner that night was a strained affair, her eyes kept moving over his tee-shirt covered shoulders and chest, remembering how amazing he’d looked without the material covering all of those muscles. She had barely finished her soup and toast tonight, too distracted by thoughts of that tee-shirt “disappearing” or

“accidentally” getting shredded in the dead of night. Where was a fireplace when one needed one?

Chiding herself for thinking such ridiculous thoughts, she left him to his sleep earlier than the previous night, too ashamed of the way her mind was trying to come up with ways to get rid of the shirt she’d worked so hard to obtain for him.



Chapter 4


“You’re too young to be a doctor,” he told her the following morning when she brought him coffee and some toast with what he suspected was peanut butter, but how she’d gotten peanut butter in this area of the world, he had no idea.

Raven had to breathe through her impatience at his comment. She heard that a lot and it had taken a long time to get the villagers here to accept her medical expertise. “I’m actually a first year resident,” she told him, writing down some information on his chart.

Turk considered that for a moment. She was exceptionally knowledgeable for a first year resident. Her youth and her experience weren’t matching up. “Still too young,” he argued. “You’re…what, twenty-one? Twenty-two? It takes a lot longer than that to get to be a doctor, Raven.”

She sighed and turned to face him fully. “I’m twenty-five years old, Turk. I finished high school and my undergraduate degree in six years. Which meant I could get into medical school at George Washington University earlier than some. I did my internship at Georgetown University Hospital, an extremely reputable institution which should prove my worthiness. So yes, I still have a few more years as a resident, but I’m working under a very experienced doctor in the Kilar capital who oversees my work.”

She huffed a bit, wishing that her age and experience wasn’t always a struggle. She glared at him, irritated that, even after their conversations last night as well as the excellent job she’d done repairing the damage caused by a bullet in his side, he still doubted her abilities. “I’m a good doctor and if you want to get better so that you can go back out into the world to torture and kill people, then you’ll rest and be a good boy for a few more days.” He probably could leave already, but she wanted to keep him here for…a while…just to…make sure. He wasn’t invincible, she thought to herself. Someone needed to make sure he was fully recovered.

Turk laughed even though he was more than a little impressed by her previously unseen feistiness. “How did you do your undergrad work in only three years?”

She snapped his file shut and looked around the room. She had to keep her eyes on anything other than this man who was interrogating her because…well, because those silly feelings started pinging around inside of her and she wasn’t going to allow anyone to mess up her goal of becoming an outstanding doctor.

“I took extra classes each semester and over the summers. When others were hanging out at the beach, I was taking summer classes. When my classmates got drunk over the weekends or breaks, I was more interested in taking additional lab classes.”

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