Now, if she could just spark some humor in them.
Wren turned a little so that Hunt could get a look at her back and felt herself instantly flush under his intense gaze as he studied and counted the needles there. Her skin prickled as if he were touching her physically.
No, don’t think about…and there goes the nips. Oh, forget it.
At least he was looking at her back.
Hunt picked up his Sharpie and added the number twelve to the paper towel beside the wordback.
“Twelve?” Wren asked. “That’s a lot. Isn’t it?”
He shrugged. “I don’t really know acupuncture. Is that more than what you usually get? Hold still.” Hunt was back at herright ear, where he plucked out another needle and set it beside the first one.
“Dunno. This was my first time. Definitely my last with Serge.”
“Serge?”
“Yeah, my acupuncturist. The jerk abandoned me when the fire alarm went off.”
Hunt growled. Actuallygrowledlike an angry lion.
Oh. Dear. God.
Something coiled up in her stomach and she wasn’t sure if it scared her or turned her on.
“I don’t like that,” Hunt said.
He plucked out the rest of the needles in her ear and set them aside, then attached the pulse-ox thingy.
“Ninety-eight percent, which is perfect for altitude.”
Hunt unclipped the pulse-ox and wrapped a blood pressure cuff around her arm and declared her blood pressure good, too, even though her pulse was racing.
Yeah, wonder why.
“So, how’d you end up going to this Serge guy?”
She didn’t want to name drop Barbie so she said, “Last time I was photographing someone, she suggested I get acupuncture and gave me Serge’s name. What a mistake.”
“Photographing someone?” He started on her other ear.
“Yeah, I'm a professional photographer.” Wren felt herself starting to blush. “I do portraiture, photo shoots for magazines and book covers, things like that. I’m getting into real estate photography now, too.” That wasn’t all she photographed, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to get into her current pet project.
“And someone that you photographed suggested you need acupuncture? Last one.” He removed the last needle and put it with the others.
“For my shoulders.” She shrugged them, raising them toward her ears, and listened to the loud chorus of snaps and pops like firecrackers going off at midnight.
“Wow, that’s bad,” Hunt said.
“Thanks.”
“I can see why someone would suggest acupuncture.”
“Yeah, worked out really great for me, too. Totally relaxed.”
The guy finally cracked a smile and snorted and it thrilled her probably way more than it should have.
“Maybe I should’ve left the rest of the needles in for your relaxation,” he said.
