He wasn’t sure what was a more dangerous path for his thoughts to follow—Ruth’s blood, put in the mail yesterday and making its way to Denver, or Ruth’s unbelievable kisses.The second was what weighed heaviest on him, if he were being honest, because as much as he had loved their moments together and wanted more of them, Henry knew he shouldn’t. It was unprofessional. How often had he heard in his studies that doctors should keep patients at an arm’s length? At the time, he’d scoffed at the idea that he could be one of those doctors. He’d been so sure he would never encounter this issue.But then, how could he have anticipated Ruth Baker?He could still perfectly remember the feel of her lips moving against his, the delicate touch of her tongue, the feel of her writhing body. Henry’s trousers grew tight, and he shook his head to dispel the thoughts crowding his mind. He was at work! This was neither the time nor place to think about those memories.Reason demanded that he give her up, but every time the thought occurred to him, his heart rebelled.
