“Tess grabbed Travis’s unshaven jaw and turned his appreciative gaze away from Robin, the brunette ward clerk who’d retrieved his signed consent form with a wink and an encouraging smile. With the door to the otherwise empty PT room closing on the distraction of Robin’s backside, Tess pointed to her own eyes. “Right here, McCormick. Concentrate.” “Come on, T-bone. I haven’t had a chance to play for twelve months.” He offered up a “poor me” look as he leaned back against the weight machine’s padd...ed seat. “Don’t begrudge a wounded man the chance to get out and see the sights. The hospital’s new PT wing really does have nice scenery.” “So does the Grand Canyon. Which I’m tempted to shove you into if you don’t start taking this seriously.” “I had a drill sergeant like you once.” Tess ignored the teasing gibe. “Screwing around could get you hurt.” “I think my mother gave me the same advice back in high school.” “Travis,” she snapped. He could joke around about this all he wanted, but she’d seen his X-rays.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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