ordered another whiskey sour and stared up at the television mounted on the wall, watching a replay of what had happened that day.
She hadn’t been aware that there had been press there but, then, she’d been focused on getting the injured to the hospital.
“I’ll have another iced tea.”
Samantha glanced to the side and saw George had come up beside her. “Iced tea?”
George shrugged. “I don’t drink and even if I did I shouldn’t be anyway, not after my burn.”
She was impressed. “Where is your physician brother-in-law?”
“Quinn? He went back to his hotel. He has an early flight back to Iqaluit.” George thanked the bartender and tried to slip him a five-dollar bill.
“Nah, man. It’s on the house,” the barkeeper said.
“Thanks, bro.” George took the seat next to Samantha. “Are you still angry enough to kick me out of the program?”
“No.” She chuckled.
George grinned and took a sip of his drink. “Are you telling me you wouldn’t have done the same thing?”
He was right. If George hadn’t been around and she’d seen that little girl running to the tanker she would’ve run headlong into the fray and that thought made her feel extremely guilty, because of Adam.
He was already down a father; she couldn’t take risks like George or other people.
Adam was her main priority.
And she was kind of jealous of George’s freedom.
“I would’ve.” Samantha took another sip of her whiskey sour. “I’m sorry, you deserve the accolades and I’m sorry that I was so hard on you.”
George snorted and then frowned. “I don’t deserve the accolades. It’s part of the job. I’m no hero. Far from it.”
Samantha cocked an eyebrow and studied George. There was a change. He tensed. She could sense he was haunted, conflicted and she couldn’t help but wonder about the reason he was so dead set against flying. What was he hiding under that exterior?
Tread carefully, Samantha.
She didn’t have time to date or pursue anyone. Not only was she a single mother with a demanding job but she was about to leave town for good. She couldn’t let herself get interested in George. He was off limits and, besides, she didn’t want to risk her heart. Loving and losing was something she never wanted to experience again.
“How do you like London so far?” she asked, changing the subject.
“It’s big.”
Samantha smiled. “I guess compared to Iqaluit it would be.”
“Things are cheaper.”
“What a strange thing to say.”
George laughed; she liked the sound of it when he did. “So what’s cheaper?”
“Toilet paper,” he said. “That stuff is like gold when it’s shipped up to Iqaluit, but here you can walk into a store and it won’t cost you your firstborn.”
Samantha laughed. “Are you really having a conversation with me about toilet paper?”
The twinkle appeared back in his dark eyes. “I guess I am.”
Samantha smiled and fiddled with the swizzle stick in her drink. “I’ve never had a guy approach me in a bar to talk about the price of toilet paper.”
“There’s a first for everything.”
“I guess there is.” Her pulse quickened.
Don’t flirt. Don’t flirt.
What was it about guys like George that made her hot under the collar? Cameron had been a bit of a rogue too.
Guys like George threw her plan completely out of whack. It drove her crazy, but she also saw the challenge and that was exciting.
“So, should we talk about coupon-clipping next?” George waggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner and she laughed uncontrollably.
A belly laugh that made her sides hurt. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed like this.
George was dangerous. So very dangerous.
“You have a really nice smile when you genuinely smile,” George said, and then he cleared his throat, his smile fading. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.”
The simple compliment made the butterflies in her stomach flutter and a bit of heat flare in her cheeks. “It’s okay and thanks.”
She was attracted to him.
This is going to end badly.
The last thing she needed to be doing was checking out a man. Especially when that particular man was off limits.
She was his mentor.
I don’t have time to date, she reminded herself again. She was leaving for Thunder Bay. Any relationship would be temporary and with a son she couldn’t have a temporary romance. She wouldn’t subject Adam to that.
And it wasn’t just Adam. She didn’t want a temporary romance. It was too risky for her heart.
She really needed to get out of there.
“Is something wrong?” George asked.
“No, why would you ask that?”
“The expression on your face.”
“Yeah, it was one heck of a day.”
George stopped smiling as he took a sip of his iced tea.
I’ve got to get out of here.
“Well, I’d better head home.” She downed the rest of her whiskey sour and stood up.
“How are you getting home?”
“Bus,” Samantha said. “I live in the south end.”
“Let me walk you out.”
“You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” he said, and he said it in a way that brooked no argument.
As they headed to the door someone called out, “You leaving already, Atavik?”
George turned. “No, just walking Doxtator out and then I’ll be back!”
Samantha groaned inwardly. Now they were the center
