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Damn her!
“On my rounds in the morning.”
“Okay. Do you think I could buy you lunch? You know, as a thank you.”
“That’s not necess—”
“But I want to,” she interrupted.
That made him pull his neck back and stare at her in surprise. Finally, he shook his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Her shoulders slumped and her bottom lip quivered. “Oh.”
One word from her and his resolve was waning. One fucking two-letter word.
“Maybe I’ll let you buy me a piece of pie.”
Her smile returned. “Text me what time you’re going to have lunch.”
Aiden nodded; half pissed at himself for caving, while the other half couldn’t wait until the next day when he could be alone with her, even for a little while, in the cafeteria.
Your heart’s not in charge, loser.
Tomorrow was going to be a test of his resolve. And he was determined to get through lunch without falling back under her spell.
Or was it too late?
Fuck!
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Dakota
She was sitting next to her dad’s hospital bed, telling him about Asher’s latest antics, when Aiden walked in. Her heart skipped a beat seeing him look so professional in his white lab coat over a sky-blue shirt with a stethoscope around his neck. His blue and pink-striped tie matched his aura, except the colors of his tie were vibrant, whereas his aura was dull—a signal of distrust and rejection.
Seeing that hit her square in the solar plexus. It hurt to know he felt that way about her. But the cold look in his eye when he noticed her hurt even more.
What happened to the man who’d wrapped her in a warm embrace last night in the waiting room when he saw she was upset?
She needed to make things right. At least apologize and try to explain about her visions. Hopefully her father was Aiden’s final stop before lunch, so then they could go to the cafeteria when he was finished with her dad.
“Hi,” she said with a bright smile.
He barely acknowledged her when he replied, “Good morning,” as he scrolled through the tablet in his hand. His tone was professional when he addressed her dad, commenting about his test results.
“Do you have any questions for me?”
“Yeah,” her dad grumbled. “Am I really not allowed to have salt?”
The corner of Aiden’s mouth lifted slightly, offering her a glimpse of the man she remembered.
“Mr. Douglas, you’re a grown man—you’reallowedto have whatever you want. As your cardiologist, do I strongly advise against salt? One hundred percent. Sodium increases your blood pressure, which is the last thing you need right now.”
“But someday I can, right?”
“My advice is to maintain a low fat, sodium, and sugar diet for the rest of your life.”
Tim grumbled under his breath, and Dakota patted his arm. “Dad, you need to listen to Aid—er, Dr. Matthews. We need you around for a long, long time.”
