Ross turned and looked at Nikki. His eyes traveled in a subtle way from the top of her head to her breasts and down to her feet. She wanted to cross her arms over her chest to head off the course of heat pushing through her body at his open look. Her eyes locked with his. Her mouth went dry when she realized he was not wearing a shirt. The blue denim jeans encased his hips and powerful strong legs. She thought she would die when he pushed his hat back. He removed the black bandana from around his neck and dabbed at the sweat on his forehead. It was a simple but sensual gesture.
“I promise not to overdo it.”
Nikki managed to regain her composure. “If I had a dime for every time a patient told me that, I would be rich.”
“The Invitational is soon. I’m wound up; I have to keep my mind and b
