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"Cassie?" Blake glanced at me over his shoulder. "Can you take a look?"
Oh yeah, I was looking. I couldn't stop. Every small movement caused the straps of muscles in his back to flex and release. It was mesmerizing. I wanted to lay my cheek against his skin and feel the hard knots and the warmth. Or better yet, press my lips to his broad back and circle my arms around his waist.
Somehow I collected myself. "The rules…you promised…no touching."
"I'm not asking you to touch me, just look." His eyes crinkled at the corners.
"Ummmm…" Looking was harmless, right? Wrong. Not when the body I was looking at belonged to Blake.
"Can you see if there's a bruise where Skull hit me with the club?"
Okay, no problem. I could play nurse. A nurse who didn't touch. "There's one in the center. Does
