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Zinsa
engaged the parking brake and shut off the roaring engine of the old truck
she had used to convey supplies and patients from her clinic to the
makeshift site at the nature preserve. The door creaked when she opened
it, and the muggy air settled on her like a shroud. During the drive over
bumpy terrain, having the window down had given the illusion of cool air
circulating, but she couldn’t fool herself any longer. Even the buzzing
flies seemed lethargic. She
slid from the truck, stretching to reach the ground. As always, she made a
mental note to install a step on the truck, but knew she probably never
would. The value of the hulk of metal didn’t warrant the investment.
Besides, she thought with a small grin, the weight of the addition might
destabilize the rusty bolts holding together the wreck on wheels. The
door groaned again when she slammed it, the window vibrating in the frame.
Zinsa ignored the racket, while simultaneously wondering how anyone
unaccustomed to the truck could take no notice of all the noise. She had
expected anyone at the preserve’s headquarters to come out to
investigate the noise, but as the dust settled, no one stepped out of the
complex of wooden buildings forming the offices and sleeping quarters of
the employees. “Hello?”
she called. Upon receiving no reply, she moved away from the truck toward
the entrance of the clinic, hoping to find someone available to help
unload. She and the patients had managed to pack up everything from the
clinic, but most were ill and worn out from the trip. It wasn’t
advisable to have the older patients lifting heavy boxes, which left only
her, but she wasn’t looking forward to doing all the work alone. Stepping
into the clinic caused a shiver to race down her spine. Not from the cool
air put out by multiple fans circulating, but from the sight through the
open office door of a man hunched over his desk, logging an entry into a
ledger. His blond hair was a perfect foil for his dark tan, and the
lightly curling locks made her fingers itch to run through them. Surprised
by her reaction, Zinsa walked to the doorway, composing her expression
before clearing her throat. He jerked at the sound, and she said, “Sorry
if I startled you, Dr. Hayden. I’m Zinsa Senghor. Manu might have
mentioned…” He
nodded. Beyond a quicksilver flash of some inscrutable emotion in his
green eyes, his expression was bland. “Yes. Would you like a tour?” Zinsa
walked closer to him, stopping before a large fan to pull her sticky tank
top away from her skin, letting the cool air waft over her. She sighed
with contentment at the sensation, barely forcing herself to turn away to
answer the vet. “Sure, but I need to get the patients in first, along
with supplies. Care to give me a hand?” After
a brief hesitation, he nodded. “Of course.” His chair squeaked when he
pushed away from the basic desk. Her
eyes widened as he stood up straight. He was the tallest man she had ever
seen. Surely, he was six-six. With his height, it wouldn’t have been
unwarranted to expect him to be bulging with muscles, but his physique was
trim, with lean muscles. This was a man unafraid of physical labor, but
not one who wasted hours honing each muscle to its maximum potential. Her
mouth watered as he walked toward her, and she swallowed, wishing he
didn’t have the kind of frame she found appealing. Most
of all, she wished she didn’t feel this sensation that made her tingle,
as if she had been struck by lightning. Was it the family gift—or curse,
depending on how one looked at it? Was she finally experiencing the thing
her father had described, had promised she would find someday? After
thirty-two years, she had assumed it would never happen to her. It
couldn’t be happening now. With setting up a makeshift practice and
seeing to her patients here instead of her own clinic, she didn’t have
time for distractions. At
least, not right away, she thought with a mischievous grin as she turned
to lead the way to her truck. Give her a couple of days, and he would be
fair game. She would discover if what she felt was just instant attraction
or something more. Grant
paused in the act of unloading a cumbersome box from the back of the truck
to watch Zinsa assist an elderly patient down. He was probably going to
Hell for lusting after her while she performed the altruistic task of
straightening the old woman’s housedress and bandana, before tucking an
arm around the birdlike frame to lead her inside the clinic. He should be
overwhelmed with sympathy for the old woman, not noticing the way the
sweaty gray shirt clung to Zinsa’s full breasts or the way her hips
shimmied as she walked with unconscious feminine grace. Mouth
dry, Grant managed to tear his eyes from her form as she disappeared into
the clinic, bringing his attention back to the task of balancing the large
box and carrying it inside. Three of the rangers, who mysteriously had
nothing to do, had also volunteered their services for unloading and
unpacking. He resented the way their eyes followed the doctor, although he
had no right to, when his were equally glued to her every move. At
the pace they were progressing, with the men unloading while Zinsa saw to
assisting each of her four patients with getting settled, they would have
her set up in no time. The thought terrified Grant. The fiery, instant
attraction he’d experienced upon shaking her hand alarmed him. He
couldn’t afford to lose control. Why did she have to be so tempting? “Are
you bonding with that box, Dr. Hayden?” Her crisp English accent lent
the teasing words an air of seriousness she probably hadn’t meant to
impart, judging from the grin on her face. Grant
jerked out of his reverie, his face burning with the heat of
embarrassment. Mumbling something unintelligible, he brushed past her
where she leaned against the door, completely aware of the heat of her
body and appealing scent underlying the odor of perspiration. It wasn’t
perfume catching his attention. Just her womanly, musky scent that made
him salivate. As
quick as he could, he dumped the box into the area Zinsa would be using
and fled to his office, closing the door. Her smell lingered in his nose,
or maybe just his memory, and he snorted, trying to clear it. Realizing
he was leaning against the door, his cock throbbing in time with his
rapidly beating heart, getting aroused just by the scent of the doctor, he
cursed his foolishness and strode to his desk, dropping into the rickety
wooden chair. It squeaked under the force of his weight, but held as it
always did. Casting
a brooding glare at the direction where Zinsa was even now setting up her
makeshift clinic, Grant searched for some other thought to occupy his
mind. He could be doing inventory in preparation for his monthly order, or
he could take the Land Rover out to observe the herds. Many babies would
be coming in the next few weeks, and he liked to have an accurate
headcount for each of the different herds. He
could be doing any number of things, except the one thing he wanted to do,
which was pin the good doctor against the wall, bury his nose into the
valley between her breasts, and take in the scent of her. At times like this, there was no
denying the animal half of his nature, the beast always tenuously held in
check. Reacting so violently to a woman was a new experience, but it had
to be related to his animal instincts. True, it had been a while since he
made love to a woman, but being horny didn’t explain the magnetic pull
Zinsa had for him. If only he could rid himself of the beast, he could
squash this inconvenient attraction. Since that was impossible, he would
just have to avoid her as much as possible.
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