bothered by his physical state one way or the other. But that morning, when she’d raked those sea-green eyes over him, she’d been bothered. He’d seen it in the way she’d swallowed hard, in the way her pulse had throbbed at her throat just above her loose scarf, in the way she’d nervously wet her lips.
Sweet heavens, she’d just gulped and licked her lips again.
Which meant what exactly? He wasn’t sure. That she found him physically distracting even when he was a mess?
Why did that possibility make him feel all he-man?
“Isn’t seeing Keeley what you’ve waited for?” She answered his question with one of her own.
“Either that or I just needed a quick nap to regain my strength.”
“Busy night ahead?” Her sarcasm couldn’t have been more obvious if she’d taken out a billboard.
“Aren’t they all?” he answered, gauging her response. That he’d confused her was apparent on her lovely face.
She watched him from narrowed eyes. “If I didn’t already know the answer, I’d ask if you ever take anything seriously. Thanks to this evening, I know you do.”
“I should set the record straight, then. I only joined the fire department to get women.”
Her cheeks turned a bright pink, then she gave him a disgusted, I knew it look. “I figured as much.”
Jude stifled a chuckle at her defensive arm-crossing and chin-lifting. “Are you saying you think I’m shallow, Sarah?”
Cheeks still glowing, she rolled her eyes. “You like to tease, don’t you?”
Not since Nina.
The thought blindsided him and he almost grimaced, but kept from doing so at the last second. No way was he letting thoughts of Nina into his head again today. Not now. Not at the hospital.
Not when his doctor cousin, Charles, could be around.
So, instead of letting his mind go to the past, he focused on the woman sitting across from him, grateful for the fire in her eyes.
“I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to liking how you respond.” He did like her intelligence, her quick wit, that spark in her eyes. He was used to being physically attracted to women. Women were beautiful creatures. But with Sarah the attraction was something more than her gorgeous eyes and amazing cheekbones. The flash in those eyes was what drew him in, made him want to know more about the woman beneath the deceptive outer layer.
A want he hadn’t felt since...nope, he wasn’t going to think of her.
“Why?” Sarah asked, studying him as if he were some gross bug under a magnifying glass.
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not one of your women.”
He wouldn’t pretend he didn’t know what she meant. Hadn’t he just been thinking the same thing a few moments before?
His women lived in the moment, were experienced in the ways of the world, and were no more interested in anything beyond immediate pleasure than he was.
Unlike the scowling woman sitting across from him.
The scowling woman whose smile had lit up dark corners of his very being, an addictive feeling he’d like to sample again.
Although some dark corners might be best left in the shadows.
Unable to resist teasing her further, he waggled his brows. “Would you like to be?”
Her jaw dropped. “No!”
He gave a low laugh at her outrage. “That was quick. I think I’m offended. Is it my cologne?”
“Right.” She glared. “Because you’re so easily offended that a woman saying no just breaks your heart.”
She might be saying no, but her eyes were singing an entirely different tune. They were shooting fire of feminine awareness. Interesting.
“Sure you don’t want to think about it?” he teased, enjoying the blush in her cheeks.
“Positive. Some things a girl just knows.”
“Yeah?” He arched his brow. “There’s some things a woman just knows, too.”
Her gaze searched his and her voice cracked a little when she asked, “Such as?”
“How she responds to a man.” There were definitely sparks flying back and forth. He might have had a rough day but he wasn’t hallucinating the energy between them.
Not that he understood the chemistry, but he’d have to be brain dead not to recognize the man-woman pull.
“Don’t go confusing me with one of your bimbos,” she warned, chin notching upward. “I’m not interested in a guy like you.”
“A guy like me? Oh, yeah.” He grinned, refusing to be insulted. “We established that I’m shallow.”
Her gaze narrowed further, but the outraged look wasn’t working. Not when her lips twitched.
“I didn’t call you shallow,” she pointed out.
“You didn’t correct me.”
“Because you weren’t wrong,” she countered.
He arched his brow.
Rather than answer, she jumped up from the chair and gave him an expectant look. “Do you or do you not want to see Keeley with me?”
Standing, he grinned. “I most definitely want to see Keeley with you, Doc.”
Her hands went to her hips. “Don’t call me that.”
“Why not?” He kind of liked the nickname. It fit. Plus, she needed a nickname to lighten her up a bit. “It’s as good a nickname as any.”
“You don’t need a nickname for me.”
“Sure I do, so I can call it out when you’re ninja-ing in and out of your apartment.”
“Ninja-ing?”
“That thing you do where you come and go and hope no one sees.”
“Whereas you hang around in the hallway long enough to make sure everyone sees you in your God-given glory?”
Lord, he loved her sharp wit, that whatever he threw out, she had a quick response. “Does that bother you?”
“Of course not. You can do whatever you want. In your apartment. With your bimbos.”
“They aren’t bimbos.”
“They’re not bright and upstanding citizens.”
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