Dreams & Desires. Kat Cantrell

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      No meant no, not maybe.

      “You know that I don’t date people from work,” she said. “Especially doctors.”

      He grinned. “Who said anything about dating?”

      The way he was looking at her mouth... If only he knew how tempting that really was.

      On second thought, it was probably good that he didn’t know. “I don’t sleep with people at work either,” she said.

      “We definitely won’t be sleeping. And we won’t be doing it at work.” His grin was teasing, but there was a fire in his eyes, and it was one hell of a blaze. He was so damned sexy and he smelled so good. He’d missed a small strip of stubble on the underside of his chin. Any other man would look sloppy or unkempt. On Parker it looked sexy and charming. And she wanted to kiss him there. And pretty much anywhere else.

      Okay, why was she saying no? He had a body to die for; he was beyond gorgeous. Not to mention nice, with a really good sense of humor, and she had the feeling that he would not disappoint in the bedroom. Maybe, if they could keep it a secret...

      No, no, no!

      What was wrong with her? She was a strong, independent woman. When she made up her mind about something, there was no changing it. So why this sudden ambivalence? What was it about being around this man that made her go all gooey?

      The dynamics were fairly simple: rich doctor, bad.

      Parker was watching her, looking amused. “Penny for your thoughts.”

      Considering the semismug grin he wore, her inner struggle must have been pretty obvious.

      Swell.

      “Tell you what,” he said. “Since you seem to be having a rough time with this, I’m going to give you an easy out.”

      Why would he do that?

      Suspicious, she asked, “What’s the catch?”

      “No catch. If you can honestly tell me that you aren’t attracted to me, and that you want me to leave you alone, I promise I’ll back off.”

      Really? After all this time he would really just give up? “I’m not attracted to you,” she said.

      His smile was smug. “That was great. Now tell it to me, cupcake, not your shoes.”

      Darn, she was hoping he wouldn’t notice the lack of eye contact. The truth was, she was a terrible liar. As a child she could never get away with anything.

      There was no avoiding it—she had to look at him, and the instant their eyes met, she was totally tongue-tied. He seemed to know every button to push and he pushed them liberally. But that was what womanizers did, right?

      “You are evil,” she said.

      “Nah, just irresistible.” He stood and held his hand out to give her a boost. “We’d better get back on the floor before someone misses us.”

      Without thinking, she took his hand, realizing as he pulled her up how insanely stupid it had been. Though they bumped elbows and shoulders occasionally, other than a handshake when she met him, they had never deliberately touched each other. And while she didn’t actually see any sparks arcing between them as his hand wrapped around hers, boy did she feel them. And so did he.

      “Interesting,” he said, with a slight arch of his brow. “Very interesting.”

      That single word spoke volumes. But mostly it just told her that she was in big trouble.

       Three

      Her arms loaded with bags of donated clothes, Clare trudged through the brisk February wind to her car in the staff lot. It had gotten so cold the puddles of rain from earlier that day had turned to patches of ice. All she wanted now was to go home, take a long hot shower, crawl into bed and forget today ever happened. Although mostly she just wanted to forget the part with Parker.

      Janey had begun to show very slight signs of improvement over the course of the day, but she was nowhere close to being out of the woods. Fragile as she was, her condition could turn on a dime. Until they could figure out what was wrong, they were treating the symptoms, not the cause.

      Clare left the night staff very strict instructions to contact her if Janey went into distress again. She wasn’t obligated to come in on her off hours, but this wasn’t about obligation. And hopefully it wouldn’t come to that.

      Shivering, Clare popped the trunk, dropped the bags inside and then unlocked her car with the key fob and slid onto the icy-cold seat. Shivering, she stuck the key into the ignition and turned...

      Nothing happened.

      “Are you kidding me?” she grumbled.

      She tried again, and again, but the engine was dead.

      She got out, pulling her collar up to shield her face from the icy wind. She popped the hood and looked at the engine for anything obvious, like a loose battery wire. She’d watched her brothers work on cars her entire childhood and she had learned a thing or two. Her car was almost fifteen years old and malfunctioned from regular wear and tear. She had been planning to look for a new one next month when the weather was better, but it looked as if she might have to do it sooner.

      With her aunt away for a week she really had no one to pick her up. She would just have to call a tow truck and wait around. Hopefully it wouldn’t take long.

      She dialed the garage and was informed that they would be there ASAP. Which meant no more than an hour.

      “I’m supposed to wait in the freezing cold for an hour?”

      “Just leave your keys in the glove box.”

      Grumbling to herself, she hung up. Now she would have to call a cab to get home. But she would do it inside the hospital where it was warm.

      She put her keys in the glove box and shut the door.

      She was getting ready to close the hood when she heard a vehicle pull up behind her car. She knew before she even heard him call out to her who it was. Because that was the kind of day she was having.

      “Looks like you could use some help, angel face.”

      There he was, in his sporty import, grinning at her. She wanted to be exasperated but she couldn’t work up the will.

      “Car’s dead. I called for a tow.”

      “Need a lift?”

      It sure beat waiting for a cab, though she knew she was asking for trouble. But she was exhausted and frustrated and she just wanted to get home. “If it’s no trouble.”

      Oh, that smile. “Hop in.”

      “Can I put something in your trunk?”

      “Is it a dead body?”

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