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could go blind from that shit.
    “Not viperish?”
    Lifting my eyes, I considered her. “Ballsy, maybe.”
    We laughed together because that was damn true.
    Heat flushed her cheeks as she rose to her knees moments later. “Why don’t you date?”
    “Are you asking me out on one?” Predatory, I pushed her to her back. In the next instant, I saddled her hips, driving my erection against her pelvis.
    “No. You’re still my patient. Code of ethics.”
    Despite her words, her hands lifted to my shoulders. She didn’t push me away, only tilting to press harder against me.
    She wanted me. I knew she did.
    I wondered how far she’d let me go before she made me stop. Stopping would be impossible once I started on her, once I kissed her, once I felt the softness of her body in my arms.
    After a long inhale while I looked down at her, I rolled away and jumped to my feet. “Exactly. And you’re my doc.”
    I kicked off my boots, shucked off my socks, wadded up my jeans.
    Nodding toward the shallows, I held out my hand to help her up. “Come for a walk with me?”
    Veronica took off her boots and rolled up her jeans.
    She walked beside me, and the waves tickled my toes, the froth foaming around my calves. We didn’t talk. The only sounds were the waves lapping ashore and seagulls chattering from the sky.
    I glanced at her. “Thank you for coming out with me today.”
    “On the non-date.” Her lips curved playfully.
    I chuckled as we continued down the shoreline.
    “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, on our non-date and all, but”—I bumped against her shoulder with mine—“I really wish I could hold your hand right now.”
    We walked a few more paces before she said, “I don’t suppose it would make the situation any better to admit I wish you could too.”
    “Well, it’s a start.” My fingers grazed against hers, and fiery sparks shot up my arm from that small contact alone.
    “Why don’t you tell me the reason behind this no-dating policy?”
    I cut a grin at her. “I’d probably repeal that policy for you.”
    She blushed until her skin glowed pink before turning firm eyes on me. “Nice try. Answer the question.”
    “I have nothing to offer a woman.” Shoving my hands in my pockets, I stared straight ahead. “How can I be worth anything to anyone when my head’s a shredded mess like a roadside bomb went off inside it?” I tapped my knuckles against my temple. “Damaged goods, remember?”
    “That’s what I’m supposed to help you with, Bo.” She stopped me in my tracks with her hand on my arm.
    My jaw clenched. “That’s not the kind of help I want from you. I don’t want your help at all in fact. I want you . I . . . Jesus . . . I want you to see me like a man who’s capable of taking care of you, not some dude who should be in a straitjacket.”
    Veronica looked at me, scowling. A moment later, her head knocked back and she started hooting with laughter.
    “Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?” I crossed my arms over my chest, fighting the smile that threatened my lips.
    She sputtered through another round of laughter. “I don’t even think a straitjacket could contain you, Bo.”
    “Woman. You are treading on dangerous waters here.”
    “ Oooh . Scared.” She flicked her fingers at my chest.
    “You should be.” I quickly grabbed her, lifting her off her feet and into my arms. Rocking her out over the ocean, I half-dropped her, and she squealed. “What’d I say about dangerous waters?”
    Her fists pummeled at my shoulders and her feet kicked, but I merely strengthened my hold on her.
    “Put me down, or I will make sure you’re stuck in a straitjacket!”
    I didn’t set her free until we reached the blanket and then I lowered her carefully onto it. She was gorgeous, her eyes sparkly, her cheeks pink.
    I flopped down beside her.
    “You weren’t really going to drop me.”
    I snorted. “Considered it. White T-shirt. Wet white T-shirt. The idea has some