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one-handedly and tugged it up.
    “Shut the door when you leave,” he said in a rasping, exasperated voice.
    Okay, so maybe resisting a rude, obnoxious pig wasn’t so hard after all.

Chapter Two
     
    Raven’s hunky visitor grinned at me as I stepped into the side room the next day.
    “My, my, have you worked wonders on misery guts,” he said with an approving nod.
    “Shut the fuck up, Pretty,” Raven ground out from the bed. His arm was still in a sling and an empty breakfast tray sat in front of him.
    I tried to control a flirty little smile as the heart-stoppingly beautiful blond man stood and placed his hands on his denim-clad hips. He wore a white t-shirt with a small snake logo over his right pectoral muscle. The sleeves were tight on his wide biceps and the jeans hugged his groin in a fascinating, bulging kind of way.
    I quickly shifted my attention to Raven. “How are you feeling?” I asked, barely controlling a sashay in my step as I moved toward my patient’s charts.
    “I’ll be better in forty-eight hours time when I can sleep in my own bed.”
    “Ah, but didn’t you just say how much you’d miss your lovely, needle-wielding physical therapist once you got back to Orlando?” Blond god asked.
    Yeah, right.
    “No, I said, if the pain returned then I’d have to find an acupuncturist back home.”
    “The pain has completely gone?” I asked, glancing up from the nurse’s night report.
    Raven shrugged and that in itself told me everything I needed to know.
    “Yeah, I guess,” he said.
    I grinned. “That’s great news, sometimes a dramatic difference can be seen after only one session, but usually it is three of four before nerves settle down and balance is restored.”
    “Can I take this thing off then?” He plucked at the sling with his other hand.
    “No, not for a few days, give that tear a bit longer to heal. We don’t want you going back to square one, even if it was only a very small rip.”
    He sighed and shut his eyes. Rested his head back on the pillow and did that thing with his mouth that made his lips narrow into a dead-straight line.
    I did my best to ignore the irritation I clearly induced in Raven and the attraction I felt for the other man. Tilting my chin, I put on my most professional air of authority. “I’ll just give your anti-inflammatory medication another thirty minutes to work and then I’ll be back to go through those hydrotherapy exercises you can do when you get home.”
    “Hydrotherapy, that sounds great.” Raven’s visitor stood and moved toward me, his gaze roaming down my body as if it were a hot caress, then traveling up and settling on my face.
    I glanced between him and Raven and backed out of the room. The atmosphere was bipolar. Frosty and knife-sharp one second, sexy and warm the next. Neither my mind nor my nerves could cope.
    Halfway down the corridor, I felt a sudden pressure around my upper arm. Turning, I once again came face-to-face with what was possibly the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. I dropped my line of sight to the logo on his t-shirt. Beneath the snake were the words Orlando Vipers .
    “Please don’t rush off,” he said, not releasing my arm. “I have a proposition for you. Do you have time for coffee?”
    I tried to move my wrist, to check my watch, but couldn’t. He was still gripping me with big, insistent fingers.
    Noticing his hold, he released me, shoved his thumb through a belt loop on his jeans and let his hand hang relaxed, right against that enticing bulge.
    Coffee? Proposition? Bulge? I am no way near relaxed.
    “Well, I guess it’s nearly break time,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
    “Great.” His face lit to a full-wattage smile. It was dazzling, enough to make my knees go weak. Anyone would have thought I’d just told him I’d secured world peace and was going to let him take the credit.
    “I’m Todd Carty by the way,” he said, holding out his hand. “I’m a forward for the Vipers.”
    “Fiona