time. âI want to see you, Sam.â
The problem with losing control and rational thought was that when both returned, everything came back into focus in a rush. She couldnât regret what theyâd done, butâ¦Why did there always have to be a but?
She shook her head. âThatâs not smart.â
âI believe it would be one of the smartest things Iâve done in a very long time.â
âThis was a huge mistake, Mitch,â she said, looking at her bra and panties still on the floor. âYouâre a client of my firm.â
âBut not your client. Itâs not an ethical violation.â
âBut itâs a gray area.â She bit her lip. âSo very, very gray.â
âThen letâs just cut to black. I want to see you. Personally. On a date. You, me, dinner. Maybe a movie. A show. I hear thereâs a new musical at the Venetian. Iâll get tickets. We couldââ
âNo. Letâs just chalk it up toâwhateverâand move on.â
He dragged his fingers through his hair. âIâm not going to argue with you.â
That would be a first. âGood.â
âItâs late. Youâre tired.â He threaded his fingers through her hair and cupped her face in his hands as he dropped a tender kiss on her lips. He brushed his thumbs gently over her cheeks before saying, âWeâll talk about it another time. Good night, Sam. Lock the door after me.â
She did, then leaned against it with a sigh. The light caught the glitter of her gown in the middle of her living room floor, evidence of how bad this idea had been. While he was kissing her sheâd had no room for regrets but now she was flooded with them. He made her forget everything except being in his arms.
Sheâd only wanted to be with him, so desperately she hadnât given a single thought to making it into the bedroom. Not only was he a client of her firm, the intensity of the physical attraction simmering between them made her too vulnerable. Thank goodness he wasnât her client because she didnât have to see him again. That would be a very bad idea.
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Whistling tunelessly, Mitch leaned an elbow on the counter at the nurseâs station in the E.R. It was a slow day and two women were working there. A redhead, Tina, was inputting computer information and the one kneeling on the floor, straightening out a cupboard, had brown hair. She was kind of new and he thought her name was Jill. He remembered giving her a hard time after car accident victims were brought in when the trauma bay wasnât stocked the way he liked it and his orders werenât followed fast enough. He had ridden her pretty hard more than once. She hadnât looked up, but knew he was there because her shoulders were so rigid one touch would snap her in two.
He stopped whistling. âJill?â
Her hands stilled and her body went tight. It wouldnât surprise him to see her crawl into the cupboard, but she met his gaze. âDr. Tenneyââ
âCall me Mitch.â He smiled at her with all the charm he had.
Blue eyes widened as she rested her hands in her lap. âOkay. Is there something you needed, Doctor?â
âYeah. I just want to say you did a good job this morning with that asthmatic kid.â
âI did?â she asked warily.
He nodded. âBy the book. You got respiratory therapy down here stat and we had everything before anyone asked for it. I just wanted to say thanks.â
She looked as if heâd sucker punched her. âY-youâre welcome.â
âKeep up the good work.â
âYes, Doctor.â
He sighed and figured it would take a little more effort on his part before the deer-caught-in-headlights look disappeared. âThanks for your efforts. You, too, Tina.â
âOkay,â they both said, exchanging a glance that clearly said âwho is this alien creature?â
âOkay,
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