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you in mind for
her tonight.”
    They were going to set her up with Dr. Bonhomme, one of the
pediatric oncologists at the hospital where Alex, Petra and Bree all worked as
nurses—he and Petra on the pediatric floor and Bree in the emergency room.
    Bonhomme was admittedly a good guy and a great doctor. He
talked to the kids without talking down to them and he wasn’t above getting
silly to put a nervous child at ease—something he and Alex had in common. They
guy loved what he did and he passed it on by teaching several highly respected
classes in his field.
    None of that counted at the moment, because when Alex
thought about him so much as laying a finger on Petra he wanted to crush his
pretty face with his bare hands.
    “She looks good tonight,” Ben observed.
    Yeah she did. She always took his breath away, even when she
was wearing scrubs and nothing more than mascara, her hair pulled back into a
severe ponytail, but tonight he couldn’t stop staring.
    Her sleek black hair had been parted down the middle and was
decorated by a thin silver headband worn like a fallen halo. Her unnervingly
pale-blue eyes were heavily made up but her rich red lips had been painted pale
pink. All night he’d been entertaining fantasies about pushing her up against a
wall, roughly smudging that lipstick off with his thumbs and kissing her lips
back to a deep red again.
    And that sexy dress she was wearing was showing a whole lot
of her pure white skin. There were so many places he wanted to bite and lick
and kiss—the shallow valley between her firm little breasts, the ball of her
bare shoulder, that spot on the inside of her thigh he could see just below the
hem of her dress, right above her knee.
    “I double dog dare you,” Ben whispered close to Alex’s ear,
wrenching him out of his thoughts and back into the room.
    “You’re an asshole,” Alex muttered.
    Ben just chuckled.
    Petra looked over at them as though she sensed they were
talking about her. She gave Alex an inquisitive tilt of the head, said
something to the little group she’d been talking to and headed his way.
    “Well, isn’t that convenient?” Ben asked, still sounding
smug.
    Alex gave him a poisonous look that made him grin.
    Ben bumped Alex on the shoulder with the side of his fist.
“I think I’m going to find my girlfriend and sneak her off to a dark corner
before I have to get back to the bar.”
    “Good idea,” he said, watching Petra navigate the room
toward him.
    Even the way she moved as though she was gliding across the
floor drove him out of his mind. There was a graceful control to the easy sway
of her hips and the movement of her long, slender legs. And that cool
Russian-ice-princess expression of hers was maddening.
    He was nearly dying for the chance to find out if she could
maintain that cool demeanor when he was pushing her past all the limits of her
self-control with his mouth, his fingers, his cock.
    “So what do I have to do to put a smile on your face
tonight, Lexi?” she asked as she reached him.
    The list was a very short one.
    “Heaven forbid should the life of the party have an off
night,” he grumbled, and then immediately regretted it. His ugly mood was not
her fault.
    Her eyebrows went up. “This is worse than I thought.” He
closed his eyes when she reached up and tugged on the collar of his shirt, then
smoothed her hands over the upper part of his chest. “I love this awful shirt.
The whole outfit is amazing.”
    It was hideous, and made him dizzy if he looked directly at
it, which he tried not to do if he could help it. The pants were so tight they
were hugging his balls real friendly-like, but he definitely looked as if he’d
stepped right out of the Seventies.
    “It’s so Mac,” she added, smiling when he opened his eyes.
“I can absolutely see him wearing this back in the day. I bet the ladies never
knew what hit them.”
    “He hypnotized them with godawful shirts, leaving them too
mesmerized to get out of the