It was everything she could do not to gape in awe at her surroundings. Her heels clicked on the hardwood as Dr. Ramirez walked her through the grand foyer to the glass entrance.

“As I was telling you, many of our physicians and other staff members reside in them until they move into more permanent housing.” He gestured to the area downhill where the staff housing was located.

Right. Because she wasn’t just going to work here, she was going to live here, too. Stella struggled to remain focused on the man giving her the tour as he began detailing the agenda for new employee orientation that would begin first thing Monday morning—if she accepted the job. He handed her two folders and a spiral-bound book thicker than any of her textbooks had ever been. She struggled with the added weight, attempting to shift it to the arm not shouldering her purse, but someone bumped her from behind.

“Oh!” she cried out as the book and folders slipped from her arms and landed on the floor with a loud slap.

Smooth, Stella Jo.

The man who’d bumped her looked up from the slim black cell phone in his hand. Light gray sky at sunrise eyes clouded over as he took her in. She’d never seen anyone like him before. At least not up close and personal like this.

He was tall, looming over her despite the added height of the stilettos, and seconds from committing a felony, judging from the expression he wore. Dark tattoos wrapped around his arms and neck, claiming his otherwise flawless skin. The black T-shirt pulled taut across his broad chest had faded script on it that she couldn’t make out.

She knew one of them should apologize for the collision. But neither did as they were both paralyzed in the gaze of the other.

Dr. Ramirez cleared his throat, snapping her out of her trance.

Jesus. Where was she?

Oh, right. Embarrassing herself horribly in front of her future boss.

Choked laughter escaped her throat as she bent down to retrieve what she’d dropped. The man did the same and she caught a whiff of expensive cologne and liquor. Ah, he was checking in then. Dr. Ramirez leaned down to help, as did the bald guy with the man who’d bumped her.

“Thanks,” she said to all of them as they handed her the papers. Standing upright, she allowed herself one more lingering look at whoever this creature was. His thick brows, straight nose, and square jaw created such perfect lines on his face that she wondered if anyone had ever painted his portrait. If not, they damn well should. She was ready to take up sculpting and erect a shrine in his honor. She could only imagine the muscles that would be underneath his clothes. And despite her best effort not to, imagine she did.

She nearly died of humiliation when he handed her a form that had fallen from her folder and she had to take it from him with a trembling hand. No man had ever had this kind of an effect on her. Clearly she’d been single for too long.

Snap out of it, Chandler.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, averting her eyes and snatching her hand back.

She looked up just in time to see him raising a brow at her. “For slamming into you like a maniac?”

Good Lord, the deep rumble of his voice was sensual music that weakened her knees.

“Um, no, for—”

“Are you all right, Miss Chandler?” Dr. Ramirez broke in.

Was she? No, she sure as hell wasn’t. She was a few missed breaths away from panting or passing out. And lightheaded. And unable to think straight because of the scorching heat burning her up from the inside out. And…wait. What was the question again?

She sucked in a deep breath in an attempt to steady herself. “Yeah. I mean, yes, sir. I’m fine.”

Dr. Ramirez placed a hand on her elbow and steered her to the exit. As they began to walk away, he turned and spoke to the beautiful creature who’d bumped into her.

“Mr. Walker, everything is prepared for your stay. Please let us know if there’s anything we can do to assist in making you more comfortable. If you ask for Celeste Bradshaw at the desk, she’s ready with your paperwork.”

Stella watched as Mr. Walker’s expression darkened from pensive and amused to lethal and pissed off. Either he didn’t want her to know his name or he didn’t want her to know he was a patient. Or he hated Celeste Bradshaw with a vengeance. Stella didn’t know whether to envy the woman he was about to head off to or be worried for her.

Once they were out of hearing distance, Dr. Ramirez stopped walking and turned to her.

“Miss Chandler, I hate to pry, but do you know him?”

“Who?” she asked, playing dumb even though she knew exactly who he was referring to.

“Mr. Ransom.” The doctor regarded her with a suspicious stare. “Or Mr. Walker, as he prefers to be called.”

“No, I don’t. He just startled me is all.” She gripped the materials she carried tighter to avoid fidgeting as the doctor led her to the cabin-style buildings he’d told her were used for housing employees.

“My apologizes. It just seemed like there was…something between the two of you. And as you will learn upon reading the employee handbook, we can’t have you working with any patients—er, clients—that you’ve known previously.” The doctor sighed loudly. “Though I do have ears and I know several of my nurses on staff know full well who he is and are interested in getting to know him intimately. Even if it costs them their jobs.”

A pang of an emotion she didn’t recognize stabbed sharp and deep in Stella’s midsection, but she forced a smile. “Well I can honestly say I’ve never seen him before in my life, nor do I have any interest in getting to know him in any capacity other than as a patient. Um, client.” That distinction was going to be a hard one to get used to.

The older man pulled out a key and regarded her with a genuinely pleased smile. “So you’re accepting the position then?”

Stella nodded, though it felt like her intestines were practicing multiple knot-tying strategies in her stomach.

“Yes, sir. I would like to.”

Because it’s an amazing opportunity, not because of the captivating stranger who just scrambled my brain and my libido.

“Well then, welcome home.” Dr. Ramirez opened a door that led to Stella’s impressive new digs.

It was a studio-style apartment where the small living area, kitchen, dining room, and bedroom were all occupying one cozy space. The only closed-off sections were a closet and a bathroom with an old-fashioned tub and pedestal sink. Still, it was much nicer than the tiny two-bedroom apartment she and Tess had shared off campus. And it was already furnished. She thanked Dr. Ramirez, and he welcomed her to the team before leaving to let her get settled in.

She had a truck full of boxes to unpack and a million forms to fill out before Monday morning. She had to make a very stressful phone call to her mom as well. But at the moment, all she could do was collapse into one of her plush living room chairs and try to recover from whatever the hell had just happened with the mysterious Mr. Walker-Ransom.

Chapter Four

She was the first woman he’d ever hated on sight. Because one look at her and he knew. Knew everything he’d ever done was sick and wrong and made him the kind of man who would never be good enough. But when she looked back at him with those gleaming emerald eyes wide with surprise and darkening with need, none of that mattered. Because he damn sure felt the overwhelming desire to try to be. Like his fucking life depended on it.

Van used the few moments Sid was busy checking him into the Second Chance Ranch, the rehab facility Epitaph had chosen, to try and locate his sanity. And his balls.

If one glance from the woman made him regret his whole life, he hoped he never laid eyes on her again. He’d never had his mind blown before. Not by a woman. Any woman. Not even the ones who got him off so hard he nearly passed out. They were like the drugs and the booze—something to get him through, to drown out the voices and dark shit in his fucked-up head. But this one…Christ almighty, this one was another animal entirely.