stopped laughing when she saw Mya.
“Tammy,” Jeffrey said behind her, “Would you mind using the other lounge?”
Although Tammy left, it was apparent to Mya that she did mind.
Jeffrey paused just inside the door, right after he smiled. And Mya wondered what he saw in her. He obviously had plenty of opportunities. Why her?
“Still trying to figure me out?” he asked. “I told you. Men are simple. Sex and supper pretty much covers our needs.”
“So you say. Do you realize I’ve never seen you angry?”
“Why would I be angry? You’re here. Life just got better.”
“You’re very smooth, Doctor.” When he grinned, she was reminded of the first time she’d seen him in this very hospital. The man looked good in scrubs, no doubt about that. She wished she melted at the sight of him.
Where had that come from? What was wrong with her? She was afraid she knew the answer.
“You want to see smooth?” he asked. “Come here.”
She remained where she was. “I have something to tell you.”
He went to her and kissed her. “It must be important to bring you here.”
“It is.”
“If you don’t want to keep my cats at your house, I can move them back to my place.”
“And here I was getting used to all the cat hair.”
“God, you’re gorgeous.”
“You always call me gorgeous when you’re trying to get me out of my blouse.”
“I like the way you think.”
She grasped his wrist when he reached for her top button.
“I’m teasing, Mya. What is it?”
“Perhaps we should sit down.”
He studied her in a manner that caused her to understand why he was so well liked and respected and appreciated in E.R. “In my experience,” he said, “there are three things a woman might say when she looks at a man the way you’re looking at me. One, she’s married. Two, she’s gay. And C, she was once a man.”
Mya couldn’t help smiling a little. “Prepare to add one more possibility.”
She’d suggested they be seated, yet he was the one who drew her to a vinyl sofa on the other side of the room. “Okay,” he said when he’d taken the adjacent chair. “What is it?”
She’d practiced her speech during the drive over. Unfortunately, there was no way to soften the bluntness of what she had to say. Forcing her gaze on his, she said, “I had a baby.”
His eyes widened, but he didn’t flinch.
“When I was seventeen. I held her once, and then handed her to the social worker.” She kept her voice even, her memories locked up. “I never heard from her again.”
He continued to watch her closely.
“Until last night.”
“She called?” he asked.
“No. She came by.”
“So she looked you up. That’s common, isn’t it?” Jeffrey said. “They’re curious. Justifiably so.”
Mya fought an unholy desire to stomp on his foot. “Elle doesn’t strike me as the curious type.”
“Elle?”
“Eleanor. There’s more.” Mya tucked her short hair behind her ears. She missed her long hair, missed the weight of it and the warmth of it. More stable now, she said, “She has a ten-month-old baby girl named Kaylie. I know this must come as a shock.”
For what seemed like forever, the only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall behind her. Finally, Jeff spoke. “What’s shocking is that all these months I’ve been sleeping with a grandmother.”
Now, she did nudge him.
“Honey, the sounds you make when we’re making love give the word new meaning.”
She jumped to her feet. And as he had dozens of times before, he went to her and put his arms around her. “This doesn’t change the way I feel about you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He slid his hands down her back, drawing her against him. “You’re beautiful. You’re smart. You’re sexy as hell. Something that happened to you when you were a kid doesn’t change any of that.”
“It wasn’t something that happened to me. I wasn’t run over by an 18-wheeler or struck by lightning. It
“Tammy,” Jeffrey said behind her, “Would you mind using the other lounge?”
Although Tammy left, it was apparent to Mya that she did mind.
Jeffrey paused just inside the door, right after he smiled. And Mya wondered what he saw in her. He obviously had plenty of opportunities. Why her?
“Still trying to figure me out?” he asked. “I told you. Men are simple. Sex and supper pretty much covers our needs.”
“So you say. Do you realize I’ve never seen you angry?”
“Why would I be angry? You’re here. Life just got better.”
“You’re very smooth, Doctor.” When he grinned, she was reminded of the first time she’d seen him in this very hospital. The man looked good in scrubs, no doubt about that. She wished she melted at the sight of him.
Where had that come from? What was wrong with her? She was afraid she knew the answer.
“You want to see smooth?” he asked. “Come here.”
She remained where she was. “I have something to tell you.”
He went to her and kissed her. “It must be important to bring you here.”
“It is.”
“If you don’t want to keep my cats at your house, I can move them back to my place.”
“And here I was getting used to all the cat hair.”
“God, you’re gorgeous.”
“You always call me gorgeous when you’re trying to get me out of my blouse.”
“I like the way you think.”
She grasped his wrist when he reached for her top button.
“I’m teasing, Mya. What is it?”
“Perhaps we should sit down.”
He studied her in a manner that caused her to understand why he was so well liked and respected and appreciated in E.R. “In my experience,” he said, “there are three things a woman might say when she looks at a man the way you’re looking at me. One, she’s married. Two, she’s gay. And C, she was once a man.”
Mya couldn’t help smiling a little. “Prepare to add one more possibility.”
She’d suggested they be seated, yet he was the one who drew her to a vinyl sofa on the other side of the room. “Okay,” he said when he’d taken the adjacent chair. “What is it?”
She’d practiced her speech during the drive over. Unfortunately, there was no way to soften the bluntness of what she had to say. Forcing her gaze on his, she said, “I had a baby.”
His eyes widened, but he didn’t flinch.
“When I was seventeen. I held her once, and then handed her to the social worker.” She kept her voice even, her memories locked up. “I never heard from her again.”
He continued to watch her closely.
“Until last night.”
“She called?” he asked.
“No. She came by.”
“So she looked you up. That’s common, isn’t it?” Jeffrey said. “They’re curious. Justifiably so.”
Mya fought an unholy desire to stomp on his foot. “Elle doesn’t strike me as the curious type.”
“Elle?”
“Eleanor. There’s more.” Mya tucked her short hair behind her ears. She missed her long hair, missed the weight of it and the warmth of it. More stable now, she said, “She has a ten-month-old baby girl named Kaylie. I know this must come as a shock.”
For what seemed like forever, the only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall behind her. Finally, Jeff spoke. “What’s shocking is that all these months I’ve been sleeping with a grandmother.”
Now, she did nudge him.
“Honey, the sounds you make when we’re making love give the word new meaning.”
She jumped to her feet. And as he had dozens of times before, he went to her and put his arms around her. “This doesn’t change the way I feel about you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He slid his hands down her back, drawing her against him. “You’re beautiful. You’re smart. You’re sexy as hell. Something that happened to you when you were a kid doesn’t change any of that.”
“It wasn’t something that happened to me. I wasn’t run over by an 18-wheeler or struck by lightning. It
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