Page 6 of Backdraft
It didn't do me any favors now. His steamy expression heated me up, and I tried not to remember our sexually uninhibited and wild weekend. But, those memories came rushing back nearly stealing my breath away.
The way he watched me remove my suit threw me back to the hotel room. The room where I stripped for him. The room where we discovered each other. The room where we agreed it was just for the weekend.
No strings.
No commitment.
No exchange of contact info.
And it had been mind blowing.
I drew in a ragged breath and smoothed my top and shorts. I kept my eyes on the group when I shook out my hair and tied it back up in a high pony. It was damp with sweat, and curls slipped out of the clip.
"What are you doing here?" I was finally able to form words, and my voice was harsher than I’d meant it to be. This distraction and reminder of - that weekend - wasn’t what I needed right now! Nothing could interfere with this new position or jeopardize my reputation.
"You just took me in there? Didn't you recognize me?" He pointed at the house.
I shook my head. "No, I didn’t. We were head to toe in protective gear." I furrowed my brows and continued, "I mean, what are you doing here?"
"I'm the medical examiner," he told me and crossed his bare, very muscled arms over his equally muscled chest.
"Medical examiner? You're a doctor." I was confused.
"I am a doctor." He stiffened, and a tight expression crossed his face. I guess I struck a nerve.
"Yes, I know, but a doctor doctor. You know…" I waved my hand, feeling impatient I had to explain.
"No I don’t know." His reply was clipped, and his expression told me I'd said something terribly wrong. “I am a doctor.”
"I know that, but the last time we?—
I trailed off, because if I brought that up, it would also bring our past slamming right into the present. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that. It would be complicated enough to maneuver through this potential minefield.
I glanced around to see if anyone was watching. Thankfully, no one was. The last thing I needed today, on the first day of a new job, were memories of our wild and uninhibited sexy weekend.
"Well, the last time we saw each other, you were a doctor and not the coroner."
"Career change." He stepped back and put his hands on his hips, emphasizing the strength and power of his body. A ripple of desire caught me unaware, and I bit back a gasp.
Time to get back to business.
"Okay, let's, uh, move on. Shall we?" I didn't mean to sound edgy again, but I knew I did. "We have three bodies in there for removal. The one in the closet is going to be the most challenging."
He nodded. "Yes, I expect you've called for the forensic anthropologist?"
I nodded. "She should be here soon, and once recovery is done, the bodies will be sent to your morgue."
"You'll be there too?" he asked.
My heart did a double beat. "Of course. I'm always at the postmortems."
"Great. I'll have the assistant let you know when we've got the PM scheduled."
"Perfect, thanks,” I replied.
Our eyes met, and I was pretty sure he was thinking the same thing I was.
It was going to be a long day.
