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тАЬAnybody who has Carlotti for an enemyтАФwho would protect a stranger from her enemyтАФisnтАЩt bad.тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩve doneтАжterrible things. You wouldnтАЩt understand.тАЭ

тАЬTry me,тАЭ he urged softly. He took a step toward her and she skittered back, nearly tripping over the
stool to keep away from him. He was struck once again by the combination of power and vulnerability.
She could snap his spine like a breadstick, he was sure. And yet, she was afraid of his touch. тАЬOr not,тАЭ
he joked, hoping to lighten the mood. тАЬHey, IтАЩve done terrible things, too. In med school one time, I
brought my cadaver to breakfast at the local DennyтАЩs. Man,тАЭ he said nostalgically, тАЬthe food inspector
sure got pissed. On the bright side, my cadaver was a cheap date.тАЭ

She giggled, then choked off the sound and looked at him severely. тАЬNo more of that,тАЭ she said. тАЬIтАЩm
here to keep you safe for a few days, not to play wifey.тАЭ

тАЬDonтАЩtplay wifey,тАЭ he said promptly, тАЬmarry me.тАЭ

тАЬHa, ha.тАЭ

He decided not to mention the fact that he wasnтАЩt kidding. тАЬSo now what happens?тАЭ he asked.




CHAPTER THREE



Good question, Kara thought, once again stretched out on the couch. She had decided to look after Dr.
DeanтАФJaredтАФfor a very simple reason and her conscience had nothing to do with it. He had chased her
not to hurt her or turn her in, but to ask if she was all right. That was when she realized Carlotti would
come after him. That was why she was here. JaredтАЩs stunning good looks, great sense of humor and
outstanding dedication to helping others had nothing to do with it. There were plenty of good looking men
in the world. Gorgeous, dark-haired men with a lightning smile. With a sense of common decency that
was as much a part of him as his white coat and stethoscope. Phenomenal at healing and cooking,
stitching head gashes with the same hands that whipped up a perfectly fluffy omelet. Dr. Dean was
nothing special. Not him.

That surgeon, she thought with disgust. The bimbo who used him and dumped him. HeтАЩs too good for
someone that idiotic.

She slammed the pillow over her head, muffling a groan.And if heтАЩs too good for a surgeon, she
reminded herself savagely,heтАЩs a damn sight too good for you, silly bitch .

So the question remained: now what happens?
 Sleep. Then lunch. He hadnтАЩt wanted to go to bed; heтАЩd wanted to keep talking to her. She first thought
it might have been because he was interested in knowing her as a person, but that was too conceited to
be considered for more than a moment. No, she was interesting to him, like a virus was interesting, if
dangerous. He knew she could shake up his nice little life and so he was drawn to her, the way the new
kids at Juvie were drawn to the ones who graduated to robbery and murder.