CHAPTER 172

Duke tore open alcohol swabs and sucked in a breath as he took in the six-inch gashes that raked her skin. Blood streaked her body. Though the injuries were superficial, they must sting like hell.

He concentrated on her shoulders first, moving the blanket, cleaning each scratch thoroughly, as clinical and professional as an ER doc. He’d done a stint in an ER once. The nurses deserved medals for dealing with all the pinheads that came in. Evelyn Cox wasn’t being a pinhead. She wasn’t making a sound of complaint now he’d finally got her to cooperate. He had to move her bra strap to treat one scratch, and his thumb brushed the petal-soft skin of her collarbone.

He ignored the pleasure that simple touch gave him. Cleared his throat. “That Polar bear shredded your hide.”

Some of it would scar. He had the feeling she wouldn’t give a flying fuck about scars.

He pressed the gauze harder to a welt, and she sucked in a breath.

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