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       “Stop looking at me like that.” His low growl rumbled over the silent courtyard.

      “How am I looking at you?” Nikhat said, tucking her feet beneath her legs.

      Azeez leant his head back, giving her a perfect view of the strong column of his neck. Even dressed in the most casual clothes, he epitomized the supreme male arrogance and confidence that had always messed with her usually practical personality. And continued to do so, if she was ready to admit the truth.

      “Like you cannot stop. Like you want to eat me up alive.”

      The heat rising through her cheeks had nothing to do with the sun. “That’s not true.”

      He leaned forward, his gaze thoughtful. “Yes, it is. There’s a temerity in your gaze now. You always knew your own mind, but now it’s like your body has caught up.”

      She shrugged, holding herself tight and still under his scrutiny. The look Azeez cast in her direction was thorough. “I’m not a shy twenty-two-year-old anymore.”

      “I can see that.” A lick of something came alive in his gaze. “I can almost see you staring down your patients into good health.”

      Nikhat laughed, half to hide the little tremble that went through her. “I do have a reputation as the scary doctor. If only things could be fixed so simply. And you’re right. I can’t stop looking at you. I can’t stop wondering what in Allah’s name you think you’re doing to yourself.”