into his arms and ignored her protests and the crowd’s whoops of delight.
Yeah, he was ignoring lots of things today.
How good Madison felt in his arms topped the list. He really shouldn’t be noticing her apple-blossom scent, shouldn’t be noticing how toned her petite body was. He definitely shouldn’t be feeling twinges of lust at just how delectably female she was.
Twinges? More like earthquakes.
Get a grip, ole boy.
He wanted substance, not a quick fix. He wanted a long-distance haul, not a rush across the finish line. He wasn’t like his father.
Willing his adrenaline-hyped body under control, he flashed a reassuring smile to the crowd. “Sorry, folks, but she’s had a scare. I’m going to take her to my office and make sure I didn’t crack her ribs.”
A couple of co-workers, including the medical floor’s charge nurse who he’d heard through the hospital grapevine was Madison’s roommate, rushed along beside him, talking a mile a minute, mostly asking if she was okay and did she have any idea how much she’d scared them all?
“This is crazy,” Madison protested, shooing her friends away with assurances that she was fine and for them to please go back to the picnic. “I can walk,” she directed at him as her roommate left, casting a few curious glances over her shoulder.
“Yes, you can,” he agreed, but kept on toward the parking lot. When he reached his sports utility vehicle, he contemplated setting her down, but wasn’t quite ready to let her go. “Can you get my keys? They’re in the right pocket of my shorts. If you reach down, you should find them.”
Madison had wanted to get Dr. Levi Fielding’s arms around her since the first time she’d met him not quite two months ago, had fantasized about doing exactly what he was asking of her now, only keys hadn’t been involved.
The current circumstances hadn’t been anywhere close to what she’d had in mind, though.
Neither had her embarrassing choking episode where he’d had to Heimlich her into upchucking the piece of ice that had lodged in her throat.
Ice that had lodged because she’d been staring at him, lost in her private fantasy, and been caught.
Caught when he’d turned, his hot fudge-sundae eyes colliding with hers with heated awareness. Awareness that she’d been looking at him like she wanted to eat him up and lick the spoon clean. Hot fudge sundae, indeed!
She’d thought there had been a spark between them when they’d first met. She’d have sworn there was. But he’d ignored all her smiles, all her attempts at flirting, at showing him she was a player, the kind of woman he reportedly liked.
To see blatant interest in his unguarded eyes today had startled her. She’d decided she’d been wrong about the chemistry between them when they’d first met, had decided she should find another carefree man to try out her new improved persona on, her new love ‘em-and-leave-’em attitude, because she was never again falling in love for real.
Carefree because that was the only type of man she’d date after Simon. Because he’d hurt her so badly she’d never allow another man to worm his way into her heart, make her believe in happily-ever-after. Happily-ever-after didn’t exist. A fairy-tale. A myth. Pure propaganda to make women long for what they’d never find. Just look at her. At her friend Susan. At so many women she knew who’d been taken for a ride emotionally, and often financially.
At least Simon hadn’t abused her pocketbook. That was about the only thing he’d let alone, though.
If Levi had been interested in her, he’d lost it almost immediately and nothing she’d done had seemed to reignite that spark.
So, seeing his matching look when he’d brushed aside all her attempts to get to know him better had taken her by storm. Face burning, she’d taken a drink of her diet soda and gulped a half-melted piece of ice right into her trachea. Of all the stupid things to do!
First choking. Then, while he’d performed the Heimlich maneuver on her, having the absurd thought that at least if she died, she’d go happy, having his arms wrapped around her.
Yep, totally insane when men were nothing but trouble. Hadn’t she learned anything from her Simon experience? To be looking at Levi with such thoughts, obviously she hadn’t. She was certifiable.
But could she really help it if she’d been gaga over him since the day she’d started working at Angel Creek Hospital?
Her and every other female who’d ever laid eyes on the gorgeous general practitioner. Which was the problem with men like Levi and Simon. Totally gorgeous, and they and the rest of the world knew it. They used their many charms to lure unsuspecting hearts into their lairs.
Now he was telling her to get in his pants? Um, well, not in his pants, just to put her hand in his pants. Well, his pants pocket. To get his keys. Same difference, right?
Clearly, she’d died from a freak ice cube in the throat choking accident and angel Levi was her heavenly reward for all those years of being a way, way too good girl and having her heart trampled on.
“Madison?”
She blinked up at Levi, still not quite believing that she was in his arms, that he’d carried her from the park’s picnic area to the parking lot. No one would be talking about this at the hospital for weeks to come. Right.
But what did she care? She was in the afterlife in the arms of her fantasy man. A man she’d watched interact with his patients, watched smile and laugh with his co-workers, watched with longing deep in her gut because when she looked at him she saw stars and rainbows and fireworks and things so marvelous she didn’t even have a label, and for a few brief moments she could forget all the hell Simon had put her heart through.
Not that she’d fall for Levi. She wouldn’t. She might think him the best thing since chocolate, but her heart was off limits.
Only today, when she’d needed him, he’d come to her rescue just like a proverbial white knight. Only, rather than having to wake her with a kiss, he’d had to Heimlich her.
She glanced up, met his eyes and melted.
That did it. If she’d had any doubt before, she no longer did. The ice really hadn’t dislodged. She’d bitten the big one. Had to be true. Because she’d swear that was concern in Levi’s eyes. Not indifferent concern, but real concern. For her. Why would he care?
And, oh, baby, if she didn’t know better, she might think that was physical awareness in his eyes, too. Physical awareness as in he felt the same bing-badaboom at the contact of their bodies.
Thank goodness, she did know better, that she knew she was pushing up daisies.
Seeing a woman regurgitate a chunk of ice wasn’t exactly the kind of event that made a man suddenly aware of what he’d been overlooking for almost two months.
“My keys?” he prompted when she continued to stare up at him, probably with stars in her eyes and drool on her chin. “If you’ll grab them and hit the unlock button…”
“Oh, right.” Embarrassed that she’d left him standing,
