Chapter Twelve
Jason consulted the map on his phone and
suggested a turn at the next cross street. He tried to concentrate
on what he was going to ask the doctor, but memories of the kiss
kept intruding. Kristie might not have had much practice, but she
packed a sensual wallop that left him reeling. It brought a full-on
case of guilt too. How could he be thinking about a woman—even this
woman—when Will might be lying badly injured or dead somewhere?
The doctor had set up a temporary clinic in a
storefront on the edge of Scottsville’s five-block-long downtown
area. Fortunately, there was a small parking lot at the rear of the
building and an entrance on the side, mostly out of sight of the
street.
Two people sat in the small waiting room.
Jason eyed them warily and debated wha
