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Leaning over the back of the driver’s seat was the waitress fro a little bit like a drowned rat at the un next to her was a y blonde and unfamiliar to him

As was the woman whose brsts were his pillow "Thanks," he said to her "For saving my ass"

"So…would you say you owe her?" the waitress asked

"A tone Then she shot Ty a weak sht"

And so had she She didn’t say so--she didn’t have to--it was all there in her doe-like brown eyes

"The ambulance will be here soon," she said

"Don’t need one"

She didn’t bother to point out that he was flat on his back and obviously pretty daaze nowthat in spite of those soft eyes, she was no pushover "We’ll get you patched up," she said "And some meds for your pain"

"No" Fuck, no

"Look, it’s obvious you’re hurting, so--"

"No narcotics," he growled, then had to grip his head to keep it on his shoulders, grinding his teeth as he rode out the latest wave of pain Stars danced around in front of his eyes, shrinking to pinpoints as the darkness took hi to follow the flashing blue and red aain

"Did you tell them that ere inside my car, and to look for us here?" Mallory asked

"No Daain "Sorry I’ll call theht now"

Mallory looked down at her patient Dark, silky hair Square scruffy jaw An old scar along his teht this very minute on his eyebrow His eyes were still closed, his face white and claain "Easy," she said, figuring she’d be lucky if he held off getting sick until they got hiht, eyes still closed, his big body a solid weight against her

It was not unco what had happened, so she gave hiale here came to your rescue," Amy told him "And you said you owed her"

"Amy," Mallory said

"She needs a date this weekend," Aave Anal for Shut It

Ao with her to the charity auction on Saturday night at the Vets’ Hall, you’d save her froet her own date, you see"

Mallory sighed "Thanks, Aet my own--"

Unbelievably, her patient interrupted her hat sounded like a rinned and bu will rock her world"

Grace looked down at the prone man in Mallory’s lap with clear doubt "You’re on," she whispered back

Mallory gave up trying to control Amy and eyed her patient Even flat on his back, he was lethally gorgeous She could only iine what he’d be like dressed to the nines and on his feet

"She’ll meet you at the event, of course," Ah this is Lucky Harbor, we’re not giving you her address You ht be a serial killer Or worse, just be a coht"

Another sound of ascent froht have been reed to this craziness

Right there with you, Mr Wrong Right there with you

Chapter 3

By age thirty-five, women have only a few taste buds left: one for alcohol, one for cheese,

and one for chocolate

One week later, Mallory alking around in a cloud of anticipation in spite of herself The auction was tonight, and although she knew da to show up, she could ad

Not that she’d actually choose to date a y ’tude She didn’t even know his name Not to , aka Mysterious Cute Guy…

Truthfully, that whole storht at the diner was still pretty much a blur to her The ambulance had eventually found them and loaded up her patient The snow had stopped, and Mallory had been able to drive home, after a solemn pinky-swear voith both A as Grace stayed in town

Chocoholics--CA for short--was their naa between long shifts in the ER and working on the auction A portion of the evening’s take would go to her own pet project, the Health Services Clinic she planned to open in conjunction with the County Hospital Foundation HSC would be a place for anyone in the county to get co, and a whole host of other progra for several years She still needed hospital board approval, and hopefully the money from the auction would ensure that It’s what should have been foremost in her mind