Everyone at the center knew that no one could get with you. You'd made that very clear, even with Hawkeye chasing after you all the time. But you had one weakness: Trapper John McIntyre. He was gorgeous and he had those puppy dog eyes that drove you wild... when he and Hawkeye had pulled off yet another crazy scheme, throwing a gathering with lots of booze and dancing in the center while you were gone on business, you were put in charge of dealing out punishments.

You'd just met with Hawkeye and sentenced him to thirty hours of community service, easily. Now Trapper was slinking into your office, giving you that crooked grin as he sat down. You wanted to give him exactly the same punishment... and you were determined that he wouldn't charm his way out of it.