Male voices, seeped in pain, filtered through my mind.
Pictures of men lying with bandages around various limbs flooded my memory
banks, and I couldn’t blink them away. All of them were looking to me for help,
answers, and God knew what else they thought I could provide. I needed to close
my mind, lock the visions out. Only then would I dare look around once more.
I’m not sure what was going on, except I needed to get a grip.
“I hope you don’t mind if I take some pictures.” Taking a deep breath, I put the camera on burst mode, then held down the button, taking several photos continuously. Whatever was out there should show up on one of these pictures. At least, I hoped so.
“Dr. Masterson?”
The soft female voice sent a warm current through me. I turned toward it, clicking more photos as I did so. Her voice was so sweet, soothing, and gentle—and at the same time, arousing. My body hardened, and something told me it wasn’t the first time with her around. A current of heat soared through me as I gazed at the watery image of a captivating dark-haired woman in a crisp white nurse’s uniform. Her gaze one of familiarity pricked at my senses.
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