by Ally Summers
He stood, scowling at the car. The last thing he wanted was a magazine subscription or to donate money to a political campaign. He glared at the windshield, but he couldn’t see who was behind the wheel. There was enough sunlight filtering through the treetops to cause a bright reflection.
Jax’s eyes narrowed when the car door opened. He crossed his arms, but his heart stopped and his chest seized when he saw whom the driver was.
“Are you Jackson Landon?” she asked from the base of the steps.
The physical jolt to his system was so fierce he almost growled at her.
He looked down at her green eyes. There were depths of green like rolling hills. Flecks of emerald like a glittery jewel. Her raven hair floated over her shoulders. Damn, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He swallowed hard, gripping the knife.
He thought he would be immune to this type of reaction. Two years of living in the desert, hunting enemy targets had erased his interest in women, or at least that’s what he had trained himself to think.
She stepped back, her eyes landing on the weapon.
“Sorry.” He returned it to its case. “Sorry.”
The tension seemed to ease from her shoulders, but he could see the look of distrust still lingering there. Her eyes continued to dart to the knife.
“Are you Captain Landon?”
He had an instant desire to wrap his arms around her, but he stood anchored to the porch. What was happening to him? Why did he feel like his heart could rip through his chest? As if his blood was boiling under his skin?
“Depends.”
“I’m from the Help A Hero Program. I’m Dr. Manning.”
“Help A Hero?” He was trying to study everything about her. He was trying to make sense of the urges gripping him from the inside out.
“Yes, someone added your name to the list of veterans.”
“I don’t understand.” The tighter he crossed his arms, the less likely he would be to reach for her. He’d already scared her once with the knife.
“Well, it’s an organization that checks on veterans when they return home from overseas. Check in to see if you need anything.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear that the wind had picked up. “I usually try to do a quick medical intake. It’s one of the perks of having a doctor be your buddy.” She raised a medical bag.
“Buddy?”
“Yeah, it does sound a little junior high. How about community friend? Or what about local link?” She sighed. “Ok, that sounds worse. This is why I’m not on the creative team. I’ll just stick to medicine.”
“Who added my name?” He hadn’t talked to a single soul since he’d been back. Not even the clan.
“The calls are anonymous usually. It’s just a way the community tries to help our veterans.” She smiled and he felt something warm in his chest.
He slid his hands into his pockets. “I don’t need a checkup, doc. I already did in-processing with my unit.”
“Well, sometimes a second opinion is a good thing.” She smiled. “It will only take a few minutes.”
She took a step toward the front porch and he felt the swell in his chest lurch. Holy fuck, he was losing it. He could smell her hair, and she was wearing some kind of lotion that reminded him of rain. She was affecting every sense he had.
“Can I come in?” she asked. “I promise it won’t take long.”
He was stuck. Stuck because in one moment she had awakened a part of him he had been trying to keep buried. Stuck because he knew he was looking into the eyes of his mate.
His bear was dying to grab her, throw her over his shoulder, and finally unleash everything primal in him that had been in hiding for two years. But he tried to read the doctor’s eyes. She wasn’t here to feed his bear. She was a volunteer. The kind of woman who wanted to help soldiers. Soldiers who truly needed her help readjusting.
“I don’t need medical attention.”
“How far are you from your Army base?”
He considered the drive he had taken yesterday. “About two hours.”
“All right. Then you’re two hours from a medical facility that has your medical records. If something happened to you while you were home we wouldn’t have any baseline information to use.”
He chuckled. “I don’t think I’m going to need medical help.”
“Really?” She eyed his thigh where the knife was attached. “What if you slipped with that knife? Or what if you were in a car accident? You never know, Captain Landon. Isn’t it an Army motto to always be prepared?”
He chuckled. “I think that’s the Boy Scouts.”
“Oh.”
“And it’s Jax.”
“What?” Her green eyes searched his.
“My name. I go by Jax.”
“Oh.” She chewed on her bottom lip and he wanted to pull it to his mouth, and taste every inch of her lips. The problem was he knew his bear wouldn’t stop there.
“I promise it will be painless. No needles.”
“You think I’m afraid of the exam?” He cocked one eyebrow higher than the other.
She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s ok. A lot of men are scared of doctors.”
“I am not afraid of doctors.” He could feel his pulse rise.
“Would you tell me if you were?” she teased.
“All right, you can do the exam.”
She smiled triumphantly. “Good.”
He wasn’t sure he had a choice. He was a strong man, but if his mate wanted something, he didn’t think his bear could say no.
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xoxo,
Ally