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room at a dead run and fairly leapt through the doorway, ready to start chewing some ass…or kicking
some.

Instead, he stood there with his mouth open. Nothing he’d seen in his years as an E.R. resident prepared
him for the sight of a startlingly beautiful woman engaged in a vicious hand-to-hand battle with the largest
man he’d ever seen.

And winning.

She was stunning. Petite—her assailant was well over a foot taller—and delicately built, with small hands
and feet. Her white-blonde hair was skinned back into a French knot at the nape of her neck. She
looked like a princess, one who could pour tea or break your nose, depending on how you addressed
her. She was dressed in dark colors—black turtleneck, black leggings, dark shoes—which accentuated
her fair skin and hair. Exertion had brought a delicate flush to her features.

Her assailant wasn’t nearly so attractive—dirty blonde hair shaved close to his skull, thick black
eyebrows that met in the center of his forehead, fists the size of bowling balls, a nose that had been
broken at least twice. Thick lips skinned back from his teeth as he snarled wordlessly at the woman and
sent a punch whistling toward her wide-eyed face.

Jared opened his mouth to shout a warning… and the woman deftly blocked the punch, twisted the man
around without letting go of his arm and slammed him, face down, on the table. Jared winced at the ‘pop’
the man’s shoulder made coming out of its socket.

The man howled curses, which were abruptly cut off as the woman grabbed a fold of skin at the nape of
his neck and slammed his head into the table.

Silence.

“Look out,” Jared said, finally able to articulate. The woman’s head snapped up and she stared at him.
For a long, electric moment, their eyes met and Jared had the absurd thought that she could see all the
way down into his soul. Her mouth popped open in a small ‘o’ and she gasped, a quick intake of breath
that made her breasts (high and firm, his mind reported happily) heave.

“Don’t worry,” he said. She had the look of a doe trapped in the headlights, which was
ridiculous—what could he, mild-mannered physician and volleyball player—do to her, kick-ass princess?
“I’m here to rescue you.”

Her lips twitched at that and she sidled toward him, then dashed past him as he came forward to meet
her, turning left out the door. He could hear her running lightly and damned quickly.

“Hey!” he yelled and took off after her. Blessed—or cursed—with a Texan-sized curiosity bump, he
had to catch her. She could tell him why there had been a fight, who the unconscious man was, her name,
and if she was free for dinner any night this week. This year. She was the most intriguing
woman—certainly the most beautiful—he’d ever seen.
 He couldn’t say ‘he’d ever met’ because they hadn’t exactly been properly introduced. A fact he
intended to remedy, post-haste. Part of him wondered what he was doing, chasing a stranger around
hospital hallways in the wee hours of the morning. Another part of him urged him torun faster .

He caught sight of her just before she darted around a corner and forced himself to put on speed.Come