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“Willow Thompson-Davies?”
She turned abruptly and found the sonographer standing with an iPad in his hand, greeting her.
“Are you okay?”
Willow blinked. “Yes. Oh, yes, I was just...never mind. Hello.”
“I’m Mark. Sorry for the wait; it has been one of those crazy days,” he said with a grin that had the power to melt panties.
She grabbed her purse and followed him through to the treatment room, wondering if she was being pranked by a relaunch ofCandid Camera.
She could just see it.
Now we see Willow being greeted by the male stripper posing as a medical practitioner. She does not know the men outside will join him in a moment and do a Magic Mike routine.
“Now, let’s get your pants off.”
Willow’s mouth fell open. Mark grinned again and nodded to the door on her left. “Pop right in there and change into the scrubs.”
Her face flamed as she began mumbling words which were not of the English language.
I really need to get laid.
Clearly her mind was in the gutter, and judging by the handsome man’s grin, he was enjoying her discomfort.
Thirty minutes later, she followed him back to the reception. Her eyes immediately glanced outside and found her silver-eyed man and one other leaning against a power pole. She hadn’t stopped thinking about him during her appointment. The absence of his eyes had left an icy shiver throughout her body that she’d been unable to shake.
He was beautiful, in a dark and dominant way. His hair was black with waves that fell just below his ears, and he had a strong, masculine jaw. Even from here, she could see he hadn’t shaved recently, which gave him that sexy edge women loved. She was one of them.
The jacket he wore only emphasized his muscular upper body, and as he dug his hand into his jean pocket, his T-shirt and pants separated just enough to expose an inch of silky olive skin.
She licked her lips unconsciously. His head turned. She couldn’t breathe. He held her stare for a moment, then glanced between her and Mark.
She whipped her head around as Mark spoke. He was leaning flirtatiously against the counter beside her, smirking.
“I will send the results to your osteopath tomorrow afternoon. They’ll call you and talk through them.”
“So, you can’t tell me anything?” she asked again, trying her luck.
He shook his head. “My expertise is in taking the images. I leave the diagnosis up to your specialist.”
“Not even a hint?” She smiled and lowered her eyelashes. It had been years since she’d flirted, so she must have looked like she had something stuck in her eye.
He laughed, confirming her suspicion, and shoved a piece of paper in her hand. “Not even a hint. Now be gone with you.”
“Fine.” She laughed, and with one last glance at the receptionist, she hoisted her handbag onto her shoulder and stepped out the door.
Like all street-smart women, Willow pretended not to look at the darkly clad men, but she couldn’t help herself. The second man was also large and muscular, but an inch or two shorter. He had a very predatory way in which he held himself, which gave off a dangerous vibe the silver-eyed man didn’t have. Or at least not as much. She was certain they were military or security of some kind.
The closer she got to them, unable to reach her vehicle any other way, the louder her heart thumped in her chest.
Around her, businesses were turning off their lights, closing for the evening, but the area was lit by nearby streetlights, so she felt safe enough.
The men may be supersized—and my God, they were, from their heads to their hands, legs, and arms—but that didn’t make them dangerous. Heck, she was a sucker for bulging biceps. Usually. Today, her inner voice told her to be wary.
A few steps away now, and she felt a zing rush through her. A ringtone broke the silent tension as “Who Let the Dogs Out” filled the night air.
Willow glanced at the man with the silver eyes, and her heart skipped a beat as the corner of his lips twitched. His friend answered his phone and took a few steps away. Silver Eyes stepped away from the pole and watched her. It wasn’t a threatening move, yet it made her tense.
