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“Goodbye, Dr. Wentworth.” A willowy, dark-haired woman bypasses him, pausing to throw a small smile my way.
He had his head all up in her business a few minutes ago. Touched her clinically, but still intimately in a way. And weirdly, I’m not jealous.
I believed him when he told me he’d never laid a hand on a patient, when he told me I was his. I trust him, fully, irrevocably.
“Goodbye, Hellen,” he says to her, though his eyes, dark and stormy, don’t leave my face.
“Goodbye. Thank you, Dr. Wentworth.” Her heels clink on her way to the elevator.
Then it’s quiet again.
“You’re here.” He pivots to the side, gesturing for me to enter.
“Is this…”
My stupid voice betrays me, making me sound as if I’m desperate for his kindness. I’m not. I’m happy to see him. Excited. Not desperate.
Straightening my spine, I start again. “Is this a good time?”
“Yes.”
A confident yes. A final one. One that saysget the hell in.
It gives me the kick in the butt I need to follow him into the clinic.
“Hi, Prue,” Bonnie and Vienna greet me in unison.
“Hey.”
“We’re going to eat at the cute Mexican restaurant down the street.” Bonnie, his assistant, lowers her oversized square-frame sunglasses to hide her blue eyes. “Be back at ten to one.”
My cheeks burn up from the way she says it. Like she knows what we’re going to do. Am I that obvious?
“Okay.” Theo, again, doesn’t look away from me.
“Do you need anything before we leave?” Vienna has her black leather purse hiked up over her shoulder. “Want me to order you both lunch?”
“Prue took care of that.” His lips twitch, his eyes casting from mine to the bag in my hand. “Haven’t you?”
He’s been waiting for me. For the past three days, he hasn’t just cleared an hour in his busy schedule. He hasn’t brought food because he’s been waiting for me to come to him.
I blush, the heat burning my skin. “Yes, we’re good.”
“All right, we’ll be heading out.” Bonnie tugs at Vienna’s elbow. “Now.”
“You know what?” Theo surprises the three of us, and we all turn to him. “Take the rest of the day off, both of you. Vienna, call my patients on your way to lunch, say I apologize, but I had a family emergency and reschedule their visits.”
My heart hammers in my chest. Once this hour is over, I won’t be able to stay. I’ll have to get back to work. Technically, he should too.
The fact he doesn’t plan on it can only mean one thing—he has sex on his mind and not the sweet type.
The filthy, messy type.
I shudder inwardly.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.” He’s stern, adamant. “I’m closed for the day.”
