She’d warned him they might have to pin the shoulder, since the fracture was so close to the joint, but he was safe for now. ‘Thanks, Doctor.’ The shaven-headed, mud-splattered muscleman might look intimidating on the outside, but he’d been a model patient since his admittance and very respectful to Lola as she’d assessed him. She’d have to stop being so judgemental about people’s appearances when she knew how it felt to be on the receiving end of such shallow prejudice. If she hadn’t spent so much time with Henri she’d still think of him as an arrogant Frenchman who cared for nothing except himself. It was their secret that he was a loving, caring family man whose kisses were more addictive than a tray of chocolate-chip cookies. Lola got her mind back on the job and went to work fitting a sling around her patient to keep his arm immobile. There was still some residual panic at being on her own with a member of the opposite sex who could clearly overpower her if he chose to.
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