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“Now, Sage, hon, you know it would never work between us.” Daniel’s blue eyes skimmed the marketing representative, then landed back on Kimberly. “I’ve always had a thing for blondes.”
“I could go blond for you,” the slightly tipsy brunette flirted.
Kimberly desperately pretended the conversation meant nothing to her, that she didn’t even hear the exchange. Because listening to a beautiful woman hit on Daniel was not her idea of a good time.
Actually, the thought of coming to Boston and meeting the woman in his life had tortured her ever since she’d found out she’d be spending a week under Daniel’s tutelage.
But there didn’t seem to be a permanent woman in his life. Just a multitude of wannabes.
“You’re beautiful just the way you are.” Daniel smiled, causing a dimple to dig into his left cheek.
Kimberly wanted to crawl under the table. Why did he have to be so sexy? If he’d lost all his hair and had a paunch, she might have survived this week without the beginnings of an ulcer.
“And I’m sure Robert prefers you as a brunette,” Daniel continued.
Just hearing his voice reminded Kimberly that Daniel’s attraction went much deeper than his looks. He had a magnetism that would shine through even if he lost all his hair, teeth, and gained a spare tire. Daniel’s appeal came from wit
hin and just happened to be deliciously eye candy–coated as an added bonus. Who was Robert?
“You’re right,” Sage agreed with a frown. “But it could have been fun giving it a whirl, and I’m so mad at Robert that I’d like to give his neck a whirl.” She sighed softly. “You could at least be a gentleman and make him think there’s a reason to be jealous.”
Daniel laughed, and that was the end of the exchange.
Or so a relieved Kimberly thought.
Gregory poked her with his elbow. “Just for the record, that’s not Daniel’s usual mode of operation when it comes to the opposite sex.”
“Oh?” she asked, feigning little interest.
“Robert and Sage are having problems, but they’ll work them out.” He shot Sage a questioning look and she nodded with a slight huff. “Daniel doesn’t make moves on other men’s women. Actually, he doesn’t have to make moves at all, because the women chase him. I hadn’t been on the cardiology unit but a few days before the legend of Dr. Daniel Travis made itself known.”
“It’s the nurses’ and interns’ fault,” Tom said from Kimberly’s right. “They love to pretend Boston Memorial Hospital is their very own real-life soap opera.”
Daniel grimaced, but didn’t say anything.
“Daniel plays the role of Dr. McDreamy, with all the women walking around wanting to run their fingers through his hair and stare into those baby blues,” Gregory said, grinning mischievously toward Daniel. “I’ve been thinking about getting contacts.”
“No piece of plastic is going to hide the nonsense in those brown eyes,” Daniel warned with a glare from the baby blues in question.
Kimberly took a sip of her soda and wished she’d ordered something stronger. She really didn’t want to hear this.
How the heck had they even started on the subject of Daniel’s prowess with women?
One minute they had been having a friendly discussion, the next one of her colleagues had been hitting on Daniel, and the next his partners were telling her about his sexual prowess.
Like she needed a play-by-play.
Not.
“Me and the rest of the boys live vicariously through him,” Tom continued, ignoring Daniel’s wry comment. “Women fall at his feet as if he really was one of those television doctors. A through and through bad boy when it comes to the ladies, that’s our Dr. Travis.”
Gregory lifted his glass in a salute to Daniel’s expertise.
Kimberly scowled. “Gee, maybe he should have gone into gynecology. That way he’d have a ready supply of women with their legs spread.”
“You weren’t paying attention,” Daniel scolded, looking amused. She suspected it was her flustered expression entertaining him, though, rather than his partners’ admiration.
“Getting women to spread their legs isn’t a problem,” he clarified, giving her a knowing look that stripped her bare and had her knees defensively clenched together beneath the table. “Never has been.”
