He's a better-than-a-Boy-Scout, trauma surgeon extraordinaire. Who just punched a patient in the nose. She's the director of the ER. And is now in charge of keeping her star surgeon in line until his suspension is over. First order of business is prying his perfect ass off the bar stool . . . and keeping her huge crush on him under control. Except he refuses to move until she agrees to-and then loses-a bet for 48 hours of her undivided attention. Okay, she can handle this. How much trouble could they possibly get into in two days? And how much could she possibly enjoy that trouble? And if he simply can't be her Knight-in-Shining-Scrubs anymore, well, then she can finally move on. Because she's not into bad boys. Anymore. Supposedly. Contains mature themes.