Tangling With Ty. Jill Shalvis

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СКАЧАТЬ let out another smile, which she had to admit could melt bones at fifty paces. “Do I have to guess then?”

      “Dr. Mann,” she grudgingly gave him. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve got tacos to eat.” And a date with a bed.

      Alone.

      Where that thought came from, she had no earthly clue. She always slept alone.

      Always.

      She stared at him still staring at her with a little, knowing smile that made her want to grind her teeth for some reason. “What? You going to make a crack about me being far too young to be a doctor? I get a lot of little-girl jokes. Go ahead, give me your best shot.”

      He took a good, long look down her body, then slowly, slowly back up again, stopping at the points that seemed to be connected to her loins, since they all came alive with a little flutter that annoyed her even more. “You look all woman to me.”

      Oh, definitely, she was too tired for this. She brushed past him and stopped at her door, slapping her myriad of pockets, looking for the keys she could never quite remember where she’d left.

      “Problem?”

      Scowling, she ignored him and switched her Taco Bell bag to the other arm to check her back pocket. No go. Damn, that was the trouble with cargo pants. Comfortable, yes. Practical, with their twelve million pockets to lose things in, no.

      “Dr. Mann—”

      “Please,” she said to that quiet, outrageously sexy voice as she closed her eyes. “Just…go away.” If she didn’t gobble the food and hit the bed, she’d fall asleep right here on her feet.

      She could do it, too. She’d slept on her feet before, during med school, during the long nights of residency….

      A sharp click had her blinking rapidly at her…opened door? Ty Patrick O’Grady, architect, sometimes owner of a sexy Irish lilt, man of a thousand curses and one incredible smile, held up a credit card. “Handy, these things, aren’t they now?”

      “You…broke in?”

      “Easily.”

      “Are you a criminal?”

      He laughed, low and sexily, damn him. “Let’s just say I’ve been around. You need a better lock.”

      “You can’t just—”

      “Did you find your keys?”

      “No, but—”

      “Just get inside, darlin’.” He gave her a gentle shove as he took the Taco Bell bag from her fingers just before the thing would have dropped to the ground. “Before you fall down.”

      She stepped over the threshold, reaching back to slam the door. Unfortunately he was on the wrong side of that door and ended up inside her very small place, which seemed that much smaller with his huge presence in it. “And I’m not your darling,” she said, turning away.

      “Nope, you’re Dr. Mann.”

      She sighed and faced him again. “Okay, so I’m stuffy when I’m tired. Sue me.”

      “I’d rather call you by your first name.”

      “Nicole,” she snapped, then grabbed her Taco Bell from his fingers and headed into the kitchen, which happened to be only about four steps in. “Feel free to let yourself out.”

      Naturally, and because she suspected he was as ornery and contrary as he was magnificent looking, he followed her instead.

      “What are you doing?” she demanded.

      “Making sure you don’t fall down on your feet.”

      “We’ve already established I’m a grown-up.”

      “You’re right about that. Um…” He watched her shove aside a pile of medical journals and rip into the bag with a wince. “How about some real breakfast?”

      “This is real.” And her mouth was watering. “Goodbye, Mr. Architect.”

      “You know, you’re very welcome,” he said when she grabbed a taco, leaned against the counter and took a huge bite. “Glad I could help.”

      “Yeah. Thank you for breaking and entering.” She nearly moaned when the food hit her tongue, but managed to hold it back, sucking down a good part of her soda before practically inhaling the rest of her first taco.

      When she reached into the bag for the next one, he sighed.

      She eyed him. “You forget where the front door is? Wouldn’t want it to hit you on your way out.”

      “You should really make yourself some healthier food—”

      “There’s meat, cheese, lettuce and shell here…I’ve got all the food groups represented.”

      “Yes, but—” He watched her lick a drop of sauce off her thumb. “I’m assuming you just got off some brutal shift at the hospital?”

      “Yeah…” She paused for a long, amazingly refreshing gulp of soda. “Don’t take this personally, okay? But could you go away? I’ve got a date with my bed, and it doesn’t include anyone else but me and my pillow.”

      “Now that’s a crying shame.” He added a slow grin that upped her pulse.

      “Don’t get any ideas. I don’t play doctor with strangers.”

      “Who’d want to play with that attitude?” He grinned when she growled at him. “And I wasn’t propositioning you, Dr. Nicole Mann. I just think you should eat something that has more nutrients than…say a paper bag. Why don’t you let me cook—”

      He broke off when she burst into laughter. Feeling less like she was going to die on the spot now that she had something in her belly, she set down her taco and headed for the front door. While she was certain he could “cook” up something all right, she wasn’t interested. Yes, she enjoyed looking at a great specimen of a man such as himself, but she didn’t feel the need to do more than look. “Goodnight,” she said, holding the door open.

      “Let me guess…” He sauntered up to her with that loose-hipped stride of his, all long, lean grace. His eyes, those amazing blue, blue eyes, seemed to see straight through her. “You have a thing against real food?”

      “No, I have a thing against strangers offering to cook for me. Let’s face it, Mr. Architect.” She offered him a nasty smile she reserved for the lowest forms of life—men on the prowl. “You weren’t offering to cook me food.”

      “I wasn’t?” He lifted a black brow so far it nearly vanished. “And what did you think I was offering to cook?”

      “Let’s just say I’m not interested, whatever it was.”

      With a slow shake of his head, his mouth curved. He wasn’t insulted. Wasn’t mad or irate. СКАЧАТЬ