Zane Jennings's ears grew hot under her stare. He gritted his teeth uncomfortably. "You know you're looking at me like a total perv, right? It's lecherous as hell."
Erin Lowell offered no explanation. "Oh."
He froze, his eyelashes twitching. She hadn't even started flirting, but it was as if a string inside him had snapped all on its own.
Finally, when Erin Lowell was wrapping the wound with gauze, she accidentally used a bit too much force. Zane Jennings let out a muffled hiss. The pain was real this time; the color drained from his face.
Her hands stilled. She let him recover for a few seconds before continuing. She was a well-trained doctor. "Sorry," she said. "My technique might be a bit off."
Zane Jennings wasn't about to argue with her over it. "It's nothing. I can take it."
Despite what he said, her finishing touches were extremely gentle.
