He'd liked the kiss, his hand in her hair pulling her closer with it, but what she said made him freeze. "Don't tell me that Daryn. Don't. I can't...Jesus Christ. You can do that?" He pulled back enough to run one hand through his hair, not looking at her. "What...You can't do that." It was just going to cause trouble, but at the same time if he'd opened fire in the hospital Daryn could have been hurt. Keeping up their secrets with her injured would have been impossible. He'd have to be at her side. Sighing he pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead, trying to sort out how he was feeling and what he was supposed to be doing.