Page 37 of Every Rose

“I should have got on the bus with everybody else. I’m sorry I called you so late and asked you to pick me up.” She didn’t say anything so he waited a second and continued. “Thanks for driving me home.”

“You’re welcome.”

He sighed. “You’re not going to make this easy for me, are you?”

“Make what easy?”

She felt he was more amused than sorry. His gaze settled on her mouth. “I think I might have kissed you.”

Her lips tingled under his gaze. “Youthinkyou might have kissed me?”

He stepped even closer. If she weren’t a woman of strong backbone she’d have taken a step back. Because she didn’t move their bodies ended up a whisper away from touching. She had to tip her chin up to look him in the eye. “My memory’s a little fuzzy. Since I was inebriated at the time. I can’t be sure whether it was a fantasy or reality.”

“Do you often kiss me in your fantasies?”

She realized her mistake when his lips quirked. “You have no idea what we do in my fantasies.”

No. Her pulse was not kicking up. No, her blood was not racing. She was not so easy to seduce.

The silence lengthened. She could answer in a way that would let him know she was interested, or she could back the hell away. For a second she wasn’t sure which way she wanted this to go, and then the decision was taken out of her hands. His cell phone rang.

He checked the call display and made a face. “Dr. Vasilopolous,” he snapped. He listened for a moment, then checked his watch. “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

He snapped his phone shut. “I’m on call,” he told her. “Have to go.” He let his gaze smolder on hers for only a moment. “But this is not over.”

As she got into her car she reminded herself that what had just happened was exactly the reason that she didn’t date other medical professionals. She’d fully intended to make it clear to Matt that she wasn’t interested. But she would have liked to do it in her own time, not have the hospital do it for her.

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