“I’m helping out where I can. I do more than run my private practice. When the hospital is understaffed, I try to do my bit to help. Besides, I’m going to be here for Robin when she wakes up.”

“A familiar face will help her.” He took the coffee and had a sip of the scalding liquid. It burned, but he put up with it.

He needed to feel something, anything than the pain of what had happened tonight.

“How are you feeling?” Randall asked.

“I’m fine.” While Robin had been in surgery, he had a nurse do a quick check on him. He’d been wearing his seatbelt while Robin had removed hers to get more comfortable. Had the men been waiting for that opportunity to run them off the road? He was pissed off as he’d not noticed a car following them until it had been too late.

“Robin will be fine, Preacher. She’ll be a healthy woman and will be able to have lots of kids and be happy.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t hear her. She is going to be so heartbroken.” He blew across the surface of the coffee before taking another sip.

“I’m not saying it’s going to be easy. She’s experienced a loss, but so long as she has family and friends around her, she’ll be able to handle anything. She’s a strong woman.” Randall slapped him on the back. “If there’s anything you need, let me know.”

Preacher didn’t stop the doctor from leaving. He knew Robin was strong. He just hoped she was ready to handle the loss of their daughter, because there were moments he wasn’t sure he could.

****

“What are you doing down here, Robin?” Preacher asked.

The lights were low. The music soft, sexy, and the pulse between her thighs continued to thrum.

“I couldn’t sleep.” She wore a nice silk negligee, and each time she moved, the soft fabric brushed across her body, making her ache in all the right places. This man had been stopping her from sleeping, and now, as he stood at the fridge, his heavily inked arms and muscles, they were calling to her.

“I couldn’t sleep either.”

“Did you have dreams?” she asked.

“I always have dreams.”

She stepped up close, taking hold of his hand. There were red cuts on his knuckles, and she lifted them to her lips. “Tell me about them.”

“You shouldn’t be doing that to me.”

“What?”

“Kissing me.”

“But I want to kiss you.” She took the hand she’d been holding and placed it on her breast. She moaned. “See, that’s not so bad, is it? You can touch me whenever you want.”

“This is wrong, Robin.”