Wild Men of Alaska 04 - Wild Men of Alaska - Four Book Bundle

again, placing the full syringes on the tray next to the table. She carefully peeled back the gauze pads to see the angry wound. Yeah, this wasn’t going to be pleasant for either of them. Him, it was going to hurt, and if she wasn’t careful, he’d kill her for hurting him. Talk about a sticky situation. She bit her lip and wiped the area with alcohol. “This is going to pinch,” she warned before sticking him with the needle.
    He hissed through his teeth.
    She depressed the syringe watching the narcotic disappear into his body. She’d doubled the dose not taking any chances on it not being enough. He was a big man, probably tipping the scales at over two hundred with the amount of muscle on display. The double dose might kill him. But, surprisingly she was okay with that. Served him right for hurting Lynx and threatening her, besides if she didn’t get him under control, he’d kill her or worse.
    She finished injecting him and set the empty syringe on the tray. “I need to inject the penicillin in your behind.”
    He grunted and leaned over so she could reach his ass.
    She stabbed the needle into him, really loving her job when he swore.
    “Shit, woman.”
    “Sorry.” She pulled out the needle and didn’t rub the injection site like she usually did with any other patient. No way was she touching him any more than she had to.
    “Now what are you doing?” he hollered, when she turned back to the drawers.
    “Sorry, gathering instruments to probe the wound.”
    He winced at her choice of words, which is why she’d chose them. No reason to sugarcoat anything.
    She took pleasure in dropping the wicked sharp, long tweezers on the tray and enjoyed his skin paling when she next picked up a scalpel.
    “Whoa,” he said, the gun rising again. “Is that a knife?”
    She glanced down at the scalpel in her fingers. “I guess you could call it that.” She looked at him as innocently as she could, praying she was pulling it off. “I might need it to make the entry site bigger in order to dig out the bullet.”
    “Shit.” He nodded, and she noticed his head seemed to flop more than it should. “Put it on the tray, but don’t reach for it without asking me first.”
    “Okay.” Slower, she added disinfectant, sutures, needle and bandages. “I’m going to need you to lie on your side.”
    He looked at the door and around the room, much like a cornered animal who wasn’t willing to lower his guard. “No.”
    “Listen, Pete.” She used her most convincing nurse-maid voice. “I need the light in order to investigate the wound. Your body creates a shadow. It will be more comfortable for you to lie down, and I’ll be quicker.”
    He seemed to war with himself, and then gave in and lay on his side, keeping his arm free with the gun still glued in his hand. She noticed his eyelids dip and stay closed longer than normal.
    Come on drug, do your thing.
    “What are you looking at?” he demanded, when he opened his eyes to find her watching him.
    “Nothing.” Keep working, Eva . Don’t give him a reason to suspect that you shot him up with narcotics. He was feeling the effects. She needed him to think of another reason to explain the tiredness that would hit him any minute. “We really need to get you to a hospital. You’ve lost a lot of blood.”
    Maybe she’d taken it too far or he’d finally wised up. “You bitch. Whatdaya give me?”
    The gun came up, and she knew she was toast. With nothing to lose, she made a grab for the gun. It went off, putting a nice hole in her ceiling, and had plaster raining down on them. They struggled, and she fell on him, making sure her elbow dug into his wounded side. Pete screamed, and she freed the gun from his hand.
    The door to the room slammed open against the opposing wall, and Lynx rushed in, his gun raised with another armed man in a navy and gold trooper uniform right behind him.
    Reflexes had her swinging the gun toward the new interruption.
    “Eva, honey, hand me the gun,” Lynx soothed, reaching out his hand.
    She stood frozen for a moment, the gun still trained on Lynx as Pete threatened and cursed her heritage.
    “Eva, hand me the gun.” Lynx slowly inched toward her, letting the guy standing behind him cover Pete in case he decided to give them any trouble. Lynx’s hand enclosed hers. “That’s it. Let go. I’ve got it.” He talked to her in a calming voice, like he was talking down a jumper.
    She didn’t realize how tight she was strung