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right hand.”
    Zack nodded. “Sorry. But if it’ll make you feel better, they actually tried to break my left arm too.”
    Everest laughed out loud and slapped his hand on his thigh. “You just kill me.”
    “You don’t seem to take your job very seriously,” Queenie said. “I would think you’d be plotting and planning and all sorts of FBI stuff, seeing that we might have a cold-blooded killer on the way.”
    “I need to clean your wounds and make sure you don’t have a head injury,” Maggie said, feeling a little shy, and a little dopey because of it. But most of the males she was accustomed to treating usually drooled and gnawed teething rings. “Is your vision okay?”
    Zack glanced about the room.
    “How many fingers am I holding up?” Mel asked.
    “Eleven.”
    “Fun-neee.”
    Maggie sifted through his coarse dark hair, her fingers skimming his warm scalp, unleashing the scent of his shampoo. His hair fell well past his collar. “Any tenderness or pressure?” she asked.
    “Not yet,” he said, knowing there was going to be a whole lot of pressure building if she kept raking her fingers through his hair.
    “Excuse me?”
    “No,” he amended.
    “Does anything hurt?”
    Zack looked at her. He’d been about to answer, “Only my whole damn body,” until he noted the color of her eyes. Sky blue. “I’m good,” he said.
    “This is going to sting a little,” Maggie told him. She put alcohol on a cotton ball and touched the cut at his cheek.
    “Ouch!” Zack jumped.
    Maggie snatched her hand away. “Sorry about that.”
    Queenie sighed and shook her head.
    “What is that, battery acid?” Zack asked, glaring at the cotton ball. “That hurt worse than having my arm broken.”
    “You don’t want to risk infection,” Maggie told him.
    “Who says?”
    “It won’t take me long to clean it if you could just be still for a minute.”
    “Somebody hand me a bullet from my gun so I can bite it,” Zack said, wincing. “Better yet, just shoot me.”
    “Are all FBI guys wimps?” Queenie asked.
    “Can I ask you a question?” Mel said. When Maggie gave her a questioning look, the girl added defensively, “It’s nothing rude.” She looked at Zack. “Did you fall off a building or something? Or get hit by a car?”
    “I ran into some bad guys on my last case. Things got a little sticky before we arrested them.”
    “What did they do wrong?”
    Maggie dropped the cotton ball on the floor. Zack felt her breasts brush his arm as she bent to pick it up and toss it aside. “Huh? Oh, the usual. Drugs.”
    “The bandage on your forehead is dirty,” Maggie said. “I really need to change it.”
    Zack looked at her. “Is this some kind of compulsion you have?”
    Everest grinned. “If my sister was here she’d insist on doing your hair.”
    Maggie wished Everest’s sister would come over and shave the man’s beard. She should have taken a closer look at the picture on his badge. “Stop complaining or I’ll take out your tonsils,” she said.
    Zack gritted his teeth but said nothing as she finished treating him. She stepped away. “Are we done, I hope?” he asked.
    “Yep. You have a nice new bandage.”
    Queenie suddenly slapped her hand over her mouth. “I forgot to get the ice cream out of my car.”
    “I’ll get it,” Mel said, standing.
    Queenie suddenly moaned. “Oh, no, I just remembered my car is smashed.” She covered her face with her hands. “My baby!”
    Everest patted her shoulder. “It’s okay, Granny Queenie. I checked while Zack was making Dr. Maggie swear not to let me slam him again if he got up off the driveway. Your car is fine. Dr. Maggie’s fender has a dent in it though.”
    Zack was watching Mel. “Hold on a second,” he said as she reached the door. “I’ll go with you.”
    She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Why?”
    “I need to get my bags from the van.” He shrugged. “Maybe have another look around.”
    “I’ll go too,” Everest said.