About the book
When she turned in the doorway, the heart-shaped ass in navy scrubs caught the hallway light. Heart-shaped ass catching the hallway light. “Lila.” She stopped. One motion, over her head, tossed on the floor with the carelessness of someone stripping for combat, not seduction. She was doing this because she’d wanted to for weeks, maybe months, maybe years, and the want had finally won out over the responsibility.