There's a war going on. I need to pay attention to my job, not the surgeon. Not his sky-blue eyes or the confidence in his hands. Not the smile under his mask or the way it fits on his jaw. And doctor or not, gorgeous or not, only a complete jerk would drop his pants in front of me just as a show of dominance. But he's a force of nature, and I don't think I can resist him much longer. It's not until I'm the casualty and he's standing over me that I realize I love him. I want to tell him before I go under. Just a few words before we're separated. But it might be too late.