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“You brought the truck?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I confirmed. “It’s cold. I didn’t feel like bundling up.”

She smiled. “Sweet.”

She walked into the bathroom and kicked the door closed.

Like always, it bounced back open the moment that it closed.

“Your door is malfunctioning,” she accused as she ripped her scrub top off.

A plain white bra was revealed, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

I’d always been an ass man.

Give me a set of booty cheeks that were toned or voluptuous, and I was in seventh heaven.

But seeing her there in a plain cotton bra with her back to me—and her front seeing as I could also see her in the mirror—I thought she had the most beautiful set of tits I’d ever seen.

“It’s broken,” I admitted. “Even if you close it, it still opens.”

She hummed and reached for the clasp at her back, popping the enclosure of her bra open.

“Since you have this nice shower here,” she said. “I’m just going to step into it really quick. Do you have towels?”

In answer, I pushed into the bathroom and pulled out a towel on the top rack above the toilet.

She smiled at me, holding the bra mostly in place. “Thanks.”

I say mostly because I could see the top of her areola on her left breast.

It was a dusky rose compared to her otherwise flawless, porcelain skin.

I forced myself to look away.

“What’s that?” I asked, spotting a darkened spot on her left collarbone.

She grimaced and looked at it in the mirror. “That crazy weirdo you took in today. He clocked me with a bed pan.”

Anger started to dance through my veins. “He hurt you?”

She shrugged. “Wasn’t the first patient to do that, and won’t be the last.”

I didn’t like the thought.

Not at fucking all.

I flipped the shower on, cranking it up way higher than I ever would’ve normally.

I knew she took steamy showers.

I’d seen her step into hers every night.

I’d watch as her window, which only showed her from shoulder up, fogged up within seconds.

You didn’t get fog that quickly unless you scalded yourself in the process.

“There should be no patients hurting you ever,” I pointed out.