exploded into a tide of passion that pulled her in and swept her away. It could have been seconds or hours that they stood there kissing. She’d never know.
Finally he came up for air and said, “I have to go before I can’t leave at all.”
“Then…don’t go.”
“I want everything to be perfect. It’s our first date.”
“Doesn’t feel that way. We’ve known each other for six months, but it seems like forever.”
“Julie, I don’t want to ruin the best thing to happen to me in a long time. Are you sure about this?”
“Very.” She was fully aware of what would happen if he came inside, and she wanted it more than her next breath.
When they made love, it was as if their bodies and souls had been together in another lifetime. He seemed to know just where to touch her, just how to hold her. He refused to spend the night because he didn’t want the neighbors to talk. Not yet. But he promised to phone the next day.
But he didn’t. And when he finally called, she wished he hadn’t.
Now she wished that this meeting was over already. Suddenly, the words Mardi Gras ball penetrated the buzzing in her head. It’d been a dream of hers to attend the exclusive fundraising event ever since she started at the hospital. The dresses, the shoes, the glamorous location… Not that she’d get the chance this year—only bigwigs and rich benefactors got tickets.
But Ben must have been wrapping up, because everyone stood. That was her cue to slip out quietly. Being the last one in the room meant she’d have to talk to Ben, something she’d managed to avoid since he’d broken things off so abruptly. Always good to shoot for a perfect record.
She made it out the door and turned right, heading toward the hospital lobby and the elevators beyond it, but she heard footsteps behind her, quickly closing the distance.
“Julie?”
Ben’s voice made her heart pound. This moment was why personal relationships were better outside the workplace. She wanted so badly to pretend she hadn’t heard him and keep going, to be able to enclose herself in the sanctuary of the elevator while it took her to the second floor, where running the unit and taking care of the patients would ensure she was too busy to think about what had gone wrong between them. The problem was, they still had to work together—and he was her boss. If he had something to say she pretty much had to listen.
She stopped and turned. “Was there something else?”
“Yes.” He looked around at the people in the hallway talking in groups, their voices echoing off the tile floor. “Come with me.”
She wanted to say no. Not again. Once was enough. But that was personal. This was business. “Okay.”
He gently took her elbow, as if he thought she might try to escape, and led her back the way they’d come. A door to the administrative offices was on the right and he opened it, letting her precede him, then stopped her just inside. The hall was narrow, and cushy hunter-green carpet covered the floor. No echoing here. Their voices wouldn’t carry, so no one would overhear what he had to say. That got her warning signals flashing in a big way.
“Is this about work?”
Intensity made his dark eyes almost black. “No. It’s about us.”
“There is no us.”
“And that’s my fault. I realize that I handled things badly…but I just got some good news.”
“If it’s not related to work, I don’t need to know. And I have to get back to the unit.”
“Can I call you later?”
To her nerves, those words were like a high-pitched squeal from a public address system. She’d been raised by a single mom desperate to find “the one.” Her mother had wasted her life waiting by the phone for calls that never came. Julie wanted nothing to do with a call-waiting relationship.
“There’s no point, Ben. There isn’t a thing you can say that I want to hear.”
“What if I say give me another chance?”
“If you asked for a second chance, I’d have to say no.”
Ben Carson wasn’t used to hearing no from anyone. He was the regional vice president of Mercy Medical Center and his word on most things was final. Personally, though…not so much. Otherwise he wouldn’t have found his ex-girlfriend, Penny, in bed with another guy. He’d sworn off women after that. Until he met Julie. When he was with her, he felt like he was basking in the light of a summer day.
But the timing of their first date couldn’t have been worse. He’d had to break things off the next day to protect her from a bad situation. Julie was sunshine and happiness—he couldn’t let her be hurt or upset by anything. Not because of him.
Now that situation had been resolved and he had a green light to move forward with her. He was a man of action. This limbo with Julie had driven him nuts because he’d never stopped wanting to be with this woman.
But by trying to protect her he might just have blown his one shot. He looked down at the petite, blue-eyed blonde with the husky, contagious laugh. She wasn’t laughing now. “Why would you have to tell me no?”
“There’s no reason for you and I to go down that road again. We tried… Things didn’t work out.”
They hadn’t tried, not really. When he’d first started working at the hospital, he’d fought his attraction to her. But they kept running into each other and talking after meetings longer than necessary. Then he’d found excuses to go to the ICU just to see her. Conversations turned from flirty to intimate. He’d weighed the personal risks, and they were heavy, but finally he couldn’t fight the attraction anymore.
He’d asked her out and it was the best night of his life—one perfect night. Just dinner. They’d talked for hours and he’d left a generous tip for tying up the table so long. Then he took her home. He hadn’t planned to sleep with her, but when he kissed her good-night he’d gone up in flames, in the best possible way. He was sure she’d felt the same. He just had to get her to remember….
“I think things worked out pretty well that night.”
Her cheeks flushed a charming pink, telling him he’d been right, she’d gone up in flames, too.
One of the things he liked best about her was the way she didn’t hide her feelings or play games. Completely different from the last woman he’d been involved with, the one who might have cost him Julie.
“You’re right. That night was…memorable. But then the next day you said we couldn’t see each other for a while.” There was hurt in her eyes when she looked up at him now. “You fed me some line about your ex-girlfriend being pregnant. Wouldn’t it have been simpler to say there was no chemistry between us?”
“That would have been a lie.”
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