Celina joins us in the medical room while I stitch Alex's forehead. He's been grumbling at me since we left the conference room. Celina and I grin. We both know what his problem is. Even with blood covering one side of his face, the man is seriously sexy in his boots; he should wear them more often.

"Stop whining, cowboy," I say just to get under his skin after he complains I'm too rough with the needle. I glance at Celina and wink. She winces when I slide the needle through his ...