Flirting with the Society Doctor / When One Night Isn't Enough Read Online Free PDF Page B

around New York’s social scene.
    She snuck a glance at his powerful profile. Staring straight ahead, watching traffic as he drove to Cape May, he looked exactly the same as he always had. Same sun-kissed light brown hair, same sparkling blue eyes that could pierce a person’s soul with their intensity, same handsome face. Same calm presence, completely untouched by the kiss they’d shared.
    He was whistling, for goodness’ sake. An upbeat melody that was slowly driving her insane.
    Urgh. He frustrated her. Infuriated her. He’d kissed her. Taken notice of the fact that she was of the opposite sex and kissed her. A toe-curling, thigh-melting, neuron synapse-searing, honest-to-goodness kiss.
    Yes, she’d been the one to stop him, because she’d had to. But she’d wanted him to take her into his arms, tell her he’d been a fool not to see what was right beneath his nose, and could she ever forgive him?
    Okay, so that was pure fantasy and not the kind of thingthat happened in reality. But men like Vale kissing her didn’t happen in her reality either.
    At least, nothing like that had ever happened before.
    “You’re staring a hole through my head.”
    How did he know that when he hadn’t glanced away from the traffic on the New Jersey Parkway?
    “Impossible.”
    As if she hadn’t just taken a shot at him, he grinned. “I meant figuratively, not literally.”
    “I knew that,” she pointed out, determined not to let him get the upper hand. “I was referring to your hard-headedness making staring a hole through your head impossible in any shape, form, or fashion. Figuratively or literally.”
    He laughed, a husky male sound that warmed her insides. “Point taken.”
    Eyes narrowed, she twisted in her seat to more easily look at him. “Are you mocking me?”
    She’d swear his lips twitched with amusement. What was so funny? He’d kissed her and turned her world upside down and now he was laughing at her? If he hadn’t been driving, she’d … she’d … well, she’d have come up with some horrendous punishment, if her life wasn’t literally in his hands.
    “Relax, Faith.” He glanced away from the road long enough to meet her gaze. “Maybe we shouldn’t have brought the patient profiles with us.”
    “Why not?”
    “This isn’t going to be a working weekend after all.” She wouldn’t gulp. Not even if she really, really needed to gulp.
    “Why?” She gulped.
    “Because I’ve been working you too hard, and you need to relax, have a little fun.”
    “I have fun.” She didn’t want him thinking she was adull Jane. Even if she was a dull Jane who worked most of the time and spent too much of her precious little spare time working even more so as to impress him when next they met.
    “With whomever you were kissing goodbye in apartment 907?”
    Mrs. Beasley? She started to laugh, but then realized he was serious, had made note of her neighbor’s apartment number, and, most surprising, sounded a tad bit jealous.
    Was it possible? Could a make-over and one kiss have him feeling possessive? Oh, what was she thinking? He was probably just worried that if she had a life she wouldn’t be at his beck and call for work. Just look at how he’d reacted to her making lunch plans that didn’t involve work.
    “Apartment 907 is my neighbor.”
    “And you tell this neighbor you love him?”
    He’d heard that? And why was he using his annoyed voice on her? She glared at him in silence. Even with only being able to see his profile, she could see his expression harden.
    “It’s a simple question, Faith. No harm in answering.” Oh, enough was enough.
    “My neighbor is a seventy-year-old sweetheart who dog-sits for me while I’m at work. I was dropping off Yoda, not telling a man I loved him. Not that it’s any of your business if I was.”
    His brow rose. “Yoda?”
    “My dog.”
    “You have a dog?”
    “Yes, a miniature poodle.”
    “A miniature poodle?” His nose curled with unpleasantness.