“Do you always go around saving dogs and kids?”

Jubal looked directly into Lisa’s eyes. “Emotions get you killed.” It was said in that same matter-of-fact voice, but the tightening of his jaw emphasized the words.

“Are you staying in the army?”

“Navy, Doc,” he corrected, making it plain there was a huge difference. “No, I’ve been separated, but I don’t intend to stay in a rocking chair.”

The room seemed to shrink. The air between them was suddenly charged... Lisa could almost smell the ozone. Her face flamed, and heat surged through her, fueling a raw hunger.

She was only too aware he was almost naked, that his body was too near to hers, his breath too close...