“She might need antivenom but a blood cell test—”
“Archer.” Doc stops before entering the room Kat is in and faces me with a soft smile. “I got it. Relax.”
I ruffle my hair, nodding quickly.
He opens the door and blocks me as I try to follow him.
“Oh, I’m going in with you,” I say.
His lips curl in a tiny smile. “If the patient doesn’t mind.”
“The patient is my responsibility,” I snap.
Kat is a trooper, but it’s the second time—the first being when I confronted her about her little spy mission—that I see her lacking confidence. Her hair and clothes are soaked as she sits on a chair with her hands jammed between her thighs, hunching just slightly.
Her brows furrow cutely as I walk in. “Do you mind?” She motions toward the door.
“I do.” I force a smile and sit down in the chair as Doc purses his lips.
“I am Doctor Hodges,” he introduces himself.
Kat nods and visibly relaxes.
It’s a simple procedure as Doc examines the wound, then takes blood samples, and asks Kat in a soft calming voice all sorts of questions about her health, allergies, and family medical history.
The snake episode completely wiped away the feeling of what happened right before that. But now that I know Kat is potentially out of danger, the memory comes back.
Her hot mouth on mine.
Her hands undoing my jeans.
My cock in her palm.
Her pussy slick with want as we were about to get down to it.
The motherfucking snake!
Irritation rises in me, but with it, the need that coils inside as that hot kiss flickers in my mind.
Kat is even more gorgeous when she is disheveled and wet. Well, in any connotation. I would towel her dry. Maybe, I should offer. Though it’s pretty ungentlemanlike to think about this while she still can potentially have complications.
“You’ll stay here overnight,” Doc tells her. “We will get the results of the blood test in a bit to determine the amount of poison in your system.”
“Overnight?” Kat frowns. “But you just said the bite wasn’t that dangerous.”
“We don’t know yet. We should observe you for twenty-four hours. In case of any adverse effects.”
“Like what?”
Like I said, she’d be prettier if she didn’t open her mouth. Unless it opens for a good reason, and I don’t mean talking.
“Coral venom is a highly potent neurotoxin,” I say from my seat as I fold my forearms. I’m still shirtless. It’s a weird scenario, to say the least. “It might not affect you right away but instead spread through your lymphatic system and cause neurotoxicity or respiratory failure hours later.”
She stills.
That’s right, kitten—I can be your personal doctor.
“What does that mean?” Her eyes shift to Doc, who looks back at me, and so does she.