Doctor's Guide To Dating In The Jungle

She shuddered. Michael’s eyes were definitely not her favorite feature. Not any more.

Matt’s, on the other hand, seemed … She searched for the right word.

Haunted.

She scrubbed harder, forcing her fingers to the task. Why was she even comparing the two men?

A bead of moisture dripped into her eye, and she shook her head, as much to rid herself of any stray thought as to relieve the burning. She settled for blotting it on her bare shoulder, wishing she’d scrounged up a second towel to wipe her face. At this rate, her huge bottle of sunblock wouldn’t even last a full day. She peered at the large area of deck behind her.

Three feet down. Thirty or so more to go.

She groaned aloud and pulled the brim of her baseball cap further down her forehead, thankful for the slight shade it provided, and went back to work. It couldn’t be easy, keeping up a boat while tending to patients—and she had a feeling money was tight on the hospital ship. But surely someone could have tried to do something for the poor thing. It seemed weary of life in general.

It’s not a living thing, Stevie. It’s just a boat.

Maybe Michael was right when he’d poked fun of the Projeto Vida article. Maybe coming here had been crazy on more than one count, but she hadn’t been able to just stay in New York and watch him run her reputation into the—

‘You don’t have to do that.’

The steel wool went spinning out of her hand, and she scrabbled for it, almost doing a face plant onto the deck. Glancing over her shoulder, she caught Matt standing just behind her, a pair of khaki shorts and grey shirt covering his powerful frame. Tanned feet, the lightest smattering of dark hair visible on top, were shoved into a pair of beige flip-flops.

She sat up in a rush, praying her top was still glued to the right spots. ‘I thought we’re agreed to meet in three hours.’

‘Someone tattled on you, and I had to come see for myself.’

His brows went up, his glance trailing over her. ‘So this is what a vascular surgeon looks like when swabbing the decks.’

She stood, all too aware of how grubby she must look in comparison to Matt’s neatly groomed appearance. ‘It takes quite a bit of talent, evidently, since no one here seems to have mastered the technique.’

He laughed and wagged a finger. ‘Not nice.’ Holding up a glass of water, the ice tinkled against the sides before he tilted it and took a long swig of the contents. ‘Too bad, because I was just bringing you something cool to drink.’

She licked her lips, all thoughts of Michael sliding away as she stared at the condensation collecting on the icy surface of the glass. ‘That’s just mean.’

‘And you’re turning pink. I thought vampires hated the sun.’ He blinked, his eyes zeroing in on her midriff region, then a frown appeared.

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