he asked, a worried frown etched into his deeply tanned face as he inspected her hand.“I...I’m fine.” She pulled her hand away and turned to clean up the mess she had just made on the counter. “It just startled me. That’s all.”His expression remained one of concern. “Hot coffee on one’s skin would have a tendency to do that. Maybe I should take you to—” “Don’t even say it,” she said, cutting his suggestion off. People were already casting curious stares their direction. She leaned over the counter to whisper, “What is it with you anyway? Do you get some kind of kick-back from Doc McGraw for bringing patients in there? Or do you just like carrying women around Neanderthal fashion?”Dalton’s lips twitched, his eyes flickering with amusement. “Do you really want me to answer that?”“Never mind,” she replied with a groan as she tossed the coffee-soaked rag into the sink and dried her hands on a clean towel. “I’d rather you not.”
