Her nipples tightened. Anticipation had her blood pumping hot even as instinct flooded her and she shoved away from the island. Marc stood there, leaning against the doorjamb, a gentle smile on his face. His eyes glittered, that odd little smile sending shivers down her spine as he stared at her. His gaze drifted down to her parted lips and lingered, before drifting back up to meet her eyes. And in his hands, he held the red scarf. Twining it round and round…she stared at his hands for a long moment, hypnotized. In a tight, rusty voice, she asked, “What are you doing here, Marc? How did you get in?” He smiled wider. “I swiped the key off Tessa’s key ring when she was in the break room yesterday. Shame on me,” he said, one lid dropping in a quick wink. He propped one shoulder against the doorjamb, looking as comfortable and easy as could be, grinning at her, unmoved by her obvious discomfort. “Taking up breaking and entering isn’t going to look real good to your patients, Doc.
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