finger away
slightly, black eyes intently watching the stubborn look cross her face as
silence reigned between them. “I can stand here all day Doc.”
“Fine”
She huffed a sigh. “I will be careful.”
He
nodded and then intoned. “Drum I promise
not to go off alone.”
Nell
bit back another sigh, instead repeating his words dutifully. She’d say anything to get this man out of her
personal space and find some breathing… thinking room.
Still
Drum wasn’t finished. “If there is danger I will follow Drum’s instructions to
the letter.”
She
eyed him mutinously. “Really?” Seeing his serious steadfast look
she capitulated. “If there is danger I will follow your
instructions. Now may I please go to bed?”
“Just
one more thing Doc.” His voice was a husky command, the flickering
candlelight reflected in the black depths of his eyes. “It’s no accident
I’m here with you. The universe, the cosmos, the fates or the Gods, for
whatever reason I’m here, you’re here. Whatever this is… we’re in it
together. I don’t like being a pawn in someone else’s game. I’m
guessing you don’t either. So we’re agreed that we do this together?”
She
stared down at his hand, outstretched. Without hesitation she placed her
own in it, for all her trepidation about his size, warrior nature and innate
violent tendencies she did trust him. Except of course the moment his
hand clasped around hers he gave a small tug, bringing her forward abruptly,
his warm lips swooping down onto hers.
Goddess
like some naive girl fresh off the farm she’d fallen for the oldest trick in
the book. The pressure hardly lasted three rapid heartbeats before he
stepped back, squaring his shoulders, his face unreadable in the dim
light.
“Night
Doc.”
*
*
*
That
damnable frustrating behemoth had her tossing and turning all night thanks to
his soft barely there goodnight kiss. Her mind whirling with what ifs.
What if she’d returned the kiss? Flung her arms around him and pulled his
head down and rocked his world? Would he have carried her upstairs?
Would he have smothered another yawn and said thanks but no thanks this is just
a game didn’t you know Doc?
Goddess
the warrior was confusing and so far out of her league as to be
ridiculous. Seriously wasn’t she in essence just a small town country
doctor with a pleasant but unexciting social life? His flirtation, his
interest, it couldn’t be real could it? Men like Drum, they didn’t pursue
women like her?
Unless
it was some sort of challenge to him. Bring the good girl over to the
dark side. Make her crave his touch… his kiss, and then drop her like
yesterday’s news. Except he was a warrior of Maat, seeker of truth and
balance, sworn to bring justice and promote peace. He wouldn’t scheme and
act the cad, it wasn’t in his nature. Hadn’t she thought all along that
his rough muscular exterior hid a heart of gold?
So
none of that explained his actions. Well… unless he seriously was
interested in her. For the thousandth time she raised her fingers to
touch her lips. He scared the bejeezus out of her. Not his size, or
simmering potential for violence but what he made her feel. For the first
time in forever she was having inappropriate sexual thoughts about a man.
Not just any thoughts either, wild passionate ones that made her ache and sigh
in frustration. But really why were they so inappropriate? He was a
single available man, she was a single available woman.
The
problem was he was so unlike all her previous boyfriends. There was
nothing safe, cautious, or go on admit it, controllable about Drum. Maybe
she was over thinking this. It wasn’t like Drum was boyfriend material
after all. But he was hot heavy - grab it with both hands while you can -
fling material. Should she?
slightly, black eyes intently watching the stubborn look cross her face as
silence reigned between them. “I can stand here all day Doc.”
“Fine”
She huffed a sigh. “I will be careful.”
He
nodded and then intoned. “Drum I promise
not to go off alone.”
Nell
bit back another sigh, instead repeating his words dutifully. She’d say anything to get this man out of her
personal space and find some breathing… thinking room.
Still
Drum wasn’t finished. “If there is danger I will follow Drum’s instructions to
the letter.”
She
eyed him mutinously. “Really?” Seeing his serious steadfast look
she capitulated. “If there is danger I will follow your
instructions. Now may I please go to bed?”
“Just
one more thing Doc.” His voice was a husky command, the flickering
candlelight reflected in the black depths of his eyes. “It’s no accident
I’m here with you. The universe, the cosmos, the fates or the Gods, for
whatever reason I’m here, you’re here. Whatever this is… we’re in it
together. I don’t like being a pawn in someone else’s game. I’m
guessing you don’t either. So we’re agreed that we do this together?”
She
stared down at his hand, outstretched. Without hesitation she placed her
own in it, for all her trepidation about his size, warrior nature and innate
violent tendencies she did trust him. Except of course the moment his
hand clasped around hers he gave a small tug, bringing her forward abruptly,
his warm lips swooping down onto hers.
Goddess
like some naive girl fresh off the farm she’d fallen for the oldest trick in
the book. The pressure hardly lasted three rapid heartbeats before he
stepped back, squaring his shoulders, his face unreadable in the dim
light.
“Night
Doc.”
*
*
*
That
damnable frustrating behemoth had her tossing and turning all night thanks to
his soft barely there goodnight kiss. Her mind whirling with what ifs.
What if she’d returned the kiss? Flung her arms around him and pulled his
head down and rocked his world? Would he have carried her upstairs?
Would he have smothered another yawn and said thanks but no thanks this is just
a game didn’t you know Doc?
Goddess
the warrior was confusing and so far out of her league as to be
ridiculous. Seriously wasn’t she in essence just a small town country
doctor with a pleasant but unexciting social life? His flirtation, his
interest, it couldn’t be real could it? Men like Drum, they didn’t pursue
women like her?
Unless
it was some sort of challenge to him. Bring the good girl over to the
dark side. Make her crave his touch… his kiss, and then drop her like
yesterday’s news. Except he was a warrior of Maat, seeker of truth and
balance, sworn to bring justice and promote peace. He wouldn’t scheme and
act the cad, it wasn’t in his nature. Hadn’t she thought all along that
his rough muscular exterior hid a heart of gold?
So
none of that explained his actions. Well… unless he seriously was
interested in her. For the thousandth time she raised her fingers to
touch her lips. He scared the bejeezus out of her. Not his size, or
simmering potential for violence but what he made her feel. For the first
time in forever she was having inappropriate sexual thoughts about a man.
Not just any thoughts either, wild passionate ones that made her ache and sigh
in frustration. But really why were they so inappropriate? He was a
single available man, she was a single available woman.
The
problem was he was so unlike all her previous boyfriends. There was
nothing safe, cautious, or go on admit it, controllable about Drum. Maybe
she was over thinking this. It wasn’t like Drum was boyfriend material
after all. But he was hot heavy - grab it with both hands while you can -
fling material. Should she?
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