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48 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
He folded his arms across his chest. “Here are your
choices. You either let me look at it or I’m packing you
over my shoulder and driving you to the E.R. in Idaho
Falls so someone there can examine you.”
She glared at him, her stance fully combative. “Try
it, Dalton. I dare you.”
This bickering wasn’t accomplishing anything. He
moderated his tone and tried for a conciliatory approach.
“Don’t you think it’s foolish to put yourself through this
kind of pain if you don’t have to? How quickly do you
think you can get in to see a specialist at the VA? A
week? Two? I’m here right now, offering to check things
out. No appointment necessary.”
Her glare sharpened to a razor point, but just when
he thought she would impale him on the sharp points of
her temper, she drew a deep breath, her gaze focused
somewhere far away from him, then slowly pulled the
prosthesis away.
Despite his assurance that she didn’t have to hide
anything from him, he found himself filled with an
odd trepidation as he turned for his first real look at her
amputation.
Despite the obvious irritation, her stump looked as
if it had been formed well at Walter Reed, with a nice
rounded shape that would make fitting a prosthesis
much easier. Scar tissue from various surgeries
puckered in spots but overall he was impressed with the
work that had been done at the Army’s premier amputee
care center.
She gave him possibly ninety seconds to examine her
before she jerked away and pulled her jeans down again.