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When they left his office, Levi drove to his favorite local pizza parlor.
Why had he asked Madison to dinner? Sure, he really was hungry, but spending time with her was a bad idea. He wanted a woman who wanted the same things he did, a committed relationship to each other based on more than just sex.
Not that sexual attraction wasn’t important. Certainly he and Madison had that in spades. But after overhearing her conversation with Karen, he knew she wasn’t what he wanted in a woman. So why was he here? And why did he want her so much when she epitomized the type of woman he’d sworn never to get involved with again?
They ordered their food, got drinks, and settled in where they could both see the wide-screen television.
Although Madison made a pretense of watching the sporting show, he could tell she wasn’t really into the program by the nervous way she kept glancing around the restaurant and toying with her drink straw.
Watching Madison with her straw interested Levi more than any sporting event that had ever been broadcast. After the first few minutes he quit pretending to watch the show and watched her instead, grinning when her big green eyes met his and widened. She didn’t look away, although he got the impression she’d like to. No, she held his gaze, only allowing her eyes to lower enough to glance at his mouth for a few brief seconds.
As if she was thinking about kissing him.
Levi swallowed. There would be no kissing Madison Swanson. How could he when kissing her would definitely lead to other things? If he gave in to urges, well, that proved his father right, didn’t it?
“What made you decide to move to Angel Creek?” he asked, to steer his mind away from those other things.
“I went to nursing school with Karen and we stayed in touch. She’s tried to get me to relocate several times over the years, but there were reasons why I stayed in Winston-Salem.”
Reasons? Levi was sure he’d like to know what those reasons were.
Madison toyed with her straw again, placing her fingertips over one end and raising the other to her perfectly shaped lips in a purely seductive move that she almost seemed unaware of. Almost. Levi bit back a groan.
When she lifted her gaze, pleasure registered at what he obviously failed to hide. He wanted her.
“When Karen’s roommate moved out a few months ago,” she continued, watching him with those mesmerizing green eyes, “I took her up on the offer.”
“What made you change your mind?”
Her eyes darkened, lowered. Staring at her drink for several long seconds, she finally shrugged. “She needed a roommate and I needed a change of everything.”
Which probably meant she had been involved with someone and the relationship had gone sour. His abdominal muscles contracted defensively, rejecting the thought of Madison with another man, the thought of flashing her pretty smile, her wide, seductive eyes in another’s direction. What was up with that? He wasn’t the jealous type and this certainly wasn’t a date. Just two hungry colleagues sharing a meal and each other’s company.
Still, he’d known from the beginning there was something different about her. She was different. Made him feel different. Made him not quite certain about things he’d taken for granted.
Probably just because she was the first woman to interest him after his revelation about his father, about the man he refused to be like. Probably.
He asked more about where she’d come from. He jumped from one topic to another, watching her facial expressions run the gamut of closed to open and inviting as she relaxed.
She had a quick wit, which unfortunately she used to deprecate herself a bit too often, almost as if she had no clue what a knockout she was. But since she was an admitted player, she had to know, had probably been using that aura of innocence to lure men into her web for years.
She was a knockout and had tangled his thoughts up in her web, that was for sure.
He remembered the exact moment he’d met her. He’d felt a physical punch deep in his gut even then. One that had caused the same reflexive tightening he’d experienced moments ago at the thought of her involved with another man.
He’d looked at her and been hooked, had gone to find her after he’d finished rounds on his patients.
That was when he’d overheard her telling Karen how she was going to use and abuse him and spit him out when she was done.
Not what a man looking for a committed relationship wanted to hear. Which should have been enough to kill his attraction to her, but hadn’t.
So he’d avoided her.
Today, he hadn’t been able to avoid her. Not when she’d been choking. Now that he’d had her in his arms, he worried that avoiding her wasn’t going to be a viable option ever again.
Which meant what? That he was willing to be used and abused and spat out when she finished with him?
Hell, no.
