obnoxious from asking why your face looks fuller.”
“I can do that,” she said.
The ultrasound technician came in.
“We should give you some privacy.” Mallory leaned in to give Tee a hug. “Take lots of pictures,” Mallory told the tech. “Istvahn will want to see them.”
“If you say so,” Nefertiti said.
“Do you want me to stay?” Anya asked.
“Hell no.”
“Thank God.”
Mallory went back to check on a few families. Anya wandered back to the waiting area. Max was eyeing the parking lot for gang threats or a parade of clowns—who knew? When Colleen bought the place, the neighborhood had been neglected and run-down, with hot-and-cold-running gangs. Since the clinic opened, the local gangs had backed off a bit, and slowly but surely the community was rebuilding. From what Colleen told her they even had interest in a veterinarian and a bodega moving into the empty stores next door.
Clint looked like he was taking a nap, but he opened one eye when she sat down next to him.
“I missed you in yoga class today.”
“I was a little busy.” Anya fussed with her skirt while she looked at him through her eyelashes. “I’ve never seen you there.”
“It’s because I stay in the back and stare at your rack in the mirror.”
“That’s got to be the creepiest thing I’ve ever heard,” Anya said, but inwardly she was doing a fist pump. The girls had come through again.
Clint shrugged. “I figured I’d come clean. Now it’s your turn.”
“My turn?”
“I’ve never seen you in the pool.”
“I swim.” Anya fixed her gaze on the framed Norman Rockwell lithograph on the wall.
“You do not.”
“All right. I stare at your ass.”
He grinned. “I knew it.”
“So now what?”
“You want to do more than look?”
“Now?” she said. “We’ll get arrested. Unless there’s an empty examination room?” It felt good to flirt. She was high on adrenaline. She was going to make Istvahn admit he loved Tee before the baby came. She was going to get that part in the play and the hot guy. Of course, her stomach chose that moment to growl like a baby dinosaur.
“You eat today?” he asked.
“I meant to grab a smoothie after the pool, but I got sidetracked.”
“Is there a cafeteria in this place?” Clint got up.
“No, and I wouldn’t go walking around looking for a pizza joint either,” Max said over his shoulder. He didn’t move from his vigilant pose.
Pizza.
She nearly swooned.
Clint dug into his pants for some change. “How about a stale granola bar? My treat.”
“I think I can make it until we get back to Shira’s.” Shira’s? What was she thinking? There was no way she’d get a bland salad there. She could kiss the falafel and hummus good-bye—too much oil, even it was the good stuff. Maybe she could get a couple of kebobs and have them hold the rice.
Clint was snapping his fingers in front of her eyes. “Earth to Anya.”
“Sorry, I was doing creative visualization.”
“Were you thinking about my body?” He gave her a wide smile.
“Yes,” she assured him with a wink.
“Why don’t you come to my pole-dancing class tonight?”
Anya rolled her eyes. “Yeah, that pole reminds me of the rope in gym class. I don’t have the upper-arm strength for it.”
“You got the legs for it.” Clint leered.
“How would you know?”
“Well, there was the pool. But mostly because of yoga. I tried to sit in on one of your talk-dirty classes the other day, but I got so hard I was afraid to walk into the classroom.”
Anya laughed and clapped her hands to her mouth. “You told me you had another class in the same room.”
“I should have told you to lock the door.”
“Why didn’t you?” she asked.
“You might have said no.” He reached out and cupped the back of her head. He caught her lips with a playful kiss. Anya’s world tilted.
“I won’t try pole dancing,” she said. “But pretty much that’s all I’m going to say no to.”
“I like
“I can do that,” she said.
The ultrasound technician came in.
“We should give you some privacy.” Mallory leaned in to give Tee a hug. “Take lots of pictures,” Mallory told the tech. “Istvahn will want to see them.”
“If you say so,” Nefertiti said.
“Do you want me to stay?” Anya asked.
“Hell no.”
“Thank God.”
Mallory went back to check on a few families. Anya wandered back to the waiting area. Max was eyeing the parking lot for gang threats or a parade of clowns—who knew? When Colleen bought the place, the neighborhood had been neglected and run-down, with hot-and-cold-running gangs. Since the clinic opened, the local gangs had backed off a bit, and slowly but surely the community was rebuilding. From what Colleen told her they even had interest in a veterinarian and a bodega moving into the empty stores next door.
Clint looked like he was taking a nap, but he opened one eye when she sat down next to him.
“I missed you in yoga class today.”
“I was a little busy.” Anya fussed with her skirt while she looked at him through her eyelashes. “I’ve never seen you there.”
“It’s because I stay in the back and stare at your rack in the mirror.”
“That’s got to be the creepiest thing I’ve ever heard,” Anya said, but inwardly she was doing a fist pump. The girls had come through again.
Clint shrugged. “I figured I’d come clean. Now it’s your turn.”
“My turn?”
“I’ve never seen you in the pool.”
“I swim.” Anya fixed her gaze on the framed Norman Rockwell lithograph on the wall.
“You do not.”
“All right. I stare at your ass.”
He grinned. “I knew it.”
“So now what?”
“You want to do more than look?”
“Now?” she said. “We’ll get arrested. Unless there’s an empty examination room?” It felt good to flirt. She was high on adrenaline. She was going to make Istvahn admit he loved Tee before the baby came. She was going to get that part in the play and the hot guy. Of course, her stomach chose that moment to growl like a baby dinosaur.
“You eat today?” he asked.
“I meant to grab a smoothie after the pool, but I got sidetracked.”
“Is there a cafeteria in this place?” Clint got up.
“No, and I wouldn’t go walking around looking for a pizza joint either,” Max said over his shoulder. He didn’t move from his vigilant pose.
Pizza.
She nearly swooned.
Clint dug into his pants for some change. “How about a stale granola bar? My treat.”
“I think I can make it until we get back to Shira’s.” Shira’s? What was she thinking? There was no way she’d get a bland salad there. She could kiss the falafel and hummus good-bye—too much oil, even it was the good stuff. Maybe she could get a couple of kebobs and have them hold the rice.
Clint was snapping his fingers in front of her eyes. “Earth to Anya.”
“Sorry, I was doing creative visualization.”
“Were you thinking about my body?” He gave her a wide smile.
“Yes,” she assured him with a wink.
“Why don’t you come to my pole-dancing class tonight?”
Anya rolled her eyes. “Yeah, that pole reminds me of the rope in gym class. I don’t have the upper-arm strength for it.”
“You got the legs for it.” Clint leered.
“How would you know?”
“Well, there was the pool. But mostly because of yoga. I tried to sit in on one of your talk-dirty classes the other day, but I got so hard I was afraid to walk into the classroom.”
Anya laughed and clapped her hands to her mouth. “You told me you had another class in the same room.”
“I should have told you to lock the door.”
“Why didn’t you?” she asked.
“You might have said no.” He reached out and cupped the back of her head. He caught her lips with a playful kiss. Anya’s world tilted.
“I won’t try pole dancing,” she said. “But pretty much that’s all I’m going to say no to.”
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