That poor little tyke. The left had hosted an ly catheter for eighteenhours, but that was gone now. Scowling ferociously, he pressed the cartridge against her bare arm,depressed the trigger button and counted to ten. Oh, and Todd? She gave him a look as she tossed the end of her scarfover her shoulder.
A bead ofperspiration pooled in the hollow at the base of her throat and trickleddown. Mitch, come on, she said, her gaze steady on his. Megan stared after him as he walked away, her fingertips brushing theside of her face, her heart beating a little too hard. This was the kind ofmisstep that could end her career.
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