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creep gave me?” She yawned and blinked, trying to focus on the people in the room. One male nurse stood near the door while another held a box of Band-Aids for Doc to use. The man she wanted to see was nowhere in sight. The only man she wanted to hold her like he had in the helicopter.
    â€œFrom the blood test we ran, we know this won’t be a problem.” Doc shook his head and handed the used hypodermic syringe to the nurse and in an efficient, well-practiced movement, wiped the area with gauze and stuck a small, round adhesive bandage over it.
    â€œWill this get the drug out of my system?” She licked her chapped lips.
    â€œNo. We have to run a few more tests. For now you need to relax and drink as many fluids as you can. Your body needs time to recover.” The last few words sounded strained.
    Marie looked up and caught the doctor’s cheeks turning red. What in the world could embarrass a doctor?
    She struggled to scoot to the head of the hospital bed. A raw soreness throbbed between her thighs. Then she remembered everything. It had been no dream. Her head jerked up and zeroed in on Ryker as he walked into the room. Broad shoulders, the lean build of a fighter. Oh, my God! She’d finally got him in bed and she’d begged him to do her. In fact, she’d pleaded with him more than once. With a fistful of sheet, she ducked underneath the linen and tugged it over her head. She wished she could disappear.
    Maybe she was being silly but for goodness’ sake, Ryker had seen her at her worst. Oh, no! I actually begged him!
    Doc released a nervous chuckle. “Marie, you have nothing to be ashamed of. The drug caused you to act unlike yourself. Give it time and it’ll surely run its course, if it hasn’t already.” He cleared his throat. She guessed he spotted Ryker behind him when he said, “Research has several vials of her blood. We should have more details soon. Then we’ll know how much and what strength of the drug they gave her. In the meanwhile, listen to me. Do. Not. Move. Her.”
    Oh, crap. The doctor knew what she and Ryker had been doing. Had Ryker told him? Who pulled her from his bed and brought her to the clinic? She’d never come out from under the sheet ever again.
    â€œDoc, let me have a moment alone with Marie.”
    She squeezed her thighs. How could she become so moist by hearing Ryker’s deep, raspy voice? A sound produced by ruined vocal chords. She’d cared for and wanted him for years but never felt instantaneous horniness by his voice alone. The drug. Her nails burrowed into the mattress. It still lingered in her system. That had to be the reason.
    â€œMarie, come out, please.”
    Were her ears playing tricks on her? Ryker actually said please. Had she ever heard him say that word to anyone? Maybe she needed to check and see if he was really here.
    She stuck her head out of the covers. He looked the same. Stone-faced. Not giving her any idea of what he was thinking. His gaze cold as he watched her every move. Funny, the patch was such a part of him she often had to remind herself it was there along with the scars. Like when someone described a friend and forgot to mention they wore glasses.
    Built solid and over six feet with dark hair and an even darker countenance, he easily frightened everyone around him. The eye patch and scars pushed the intimidation factor a little more. But she knew several of his secrets as he knew most of hers. Maybe because of their past together, she was a bit more comfortable around him than the others who work in the organization. Or most likely it was because she’d loved him for so long.
    How could anyone not love a man like Ryker? When she was sold to Master at the age of twelve by her parents for drug money, they’d lied and claimed she was nine. She’d been such a lost little girl. Ryker had taken pity on her by becoming her only friend and warning her to keep quiet about her