Although it was a movie that I really wanted to see, I paid no attention to it. As the love story unfolded on the screen, I studied Lance more than the movie, taking note of his chiseled features, piercing green eyes, and testosterone overload. The electricity in the air was so thick between us that you could cut it with a knife. I took a deep breath, forcing my eyes back to the screen without really seeing what was happening, forgetting momentarily that I was married. Then, the lights came up, bringing us both back to reality. "Thank you," I said as we walked out of the theater. "For what?" he asked, amused."That was the most fun I've had in a very long time." "My pleasure," he returned as we left the theater and walked into the darkness of the night, when he stopped abruptly. "Do you want to catch a bite to eat while we're here? There's a restaurant around the corner."There were several restaurants in the mall. I thought about it hesitantly. "It's getting late ""Or we cou
"What did you tell him?" Lance asked, trying to calm down. He took a sip of his water, but made a face and set it back on the table. "After he told you to 'play nice.'""I told him that I would slap any man who deserves it, including him," I replied, taking a sip of my water, as well."Good girl," he said as a smile spread across his face. I lifted an eyebrow, questioning. He shrugged. "I deserved it," he replied, holding my hand a bit tighter, forcing me to look into his eyes. His hands were cold, but I pretended not to notice. "You should feel free to slap any man who deserves it including me."I smiled, suddenly feeling awkward when the waiter approached to take our order. "Good evening," he said, and then proceeded to tell us the dinner specials and his recommendations. Lance nodded to me."I'll have the Shrimp Alfredo and a glass of wine," I ordered."I'll have the same and we'll have a bottle of Dom Perignon," he said, lifting an eyebrow to me, asking me silently if i
I drove home in the dark, trying to steady my heart. What am I doing? I wondered as I pointed my car toward home. I had so much on my mind that it practically drove itself home. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. What the hell am I doing? But there was something about Lance that I just couldn't describe. Besides his incredible good looks, there was something else about him I felt secure, treasured like a princess around him. It was as if he had already placed me on a pedestal, treating me like royalty. I had never been treated like that before, and I knew that I could easily get used to it. When I got home, Steven was gone. Obviously, he had already left for work-if he even came home at all-even though it was Saturday. I should be off from work the next day, but I really had no desire to have a confrontation with Steven, even though I knew that we needed to talk soon.I took a deep breath to steady myself, pulled the car into the garage, and walked into the house. I th
"I'm taking a break," I told Rosa after the family left."Why don't you go home?" Rosa asked, knowing how hard I had worked to try to save him and she had worked just as hard by my side. We made a good team. "No, not yet," I said, dead on my feet. "I just need a break and maybe some coffee.""And some food," Rosa added, picking up a chart. "Eat something.""Yes, Ma'am," I teased, walking away as she scowled. I walked into the waiting room before walking to the cafeteria to see how many more patients that we had and my breath caught. Lance was sitting on a chair, casually reading a magazine. For a moment, I almost walked the other way, but something inside me pulled me to him. My heart beat erratically within my chest as I approached, noticing how handsome he was. The air of confidence about him almost reminded me of a medieval knight, but I quickly brushed the thought aside. As I walked closer, trying to maintain my composure, his gray jacket was open, revealing the tight, bulgi
When we were walking down the hallway and safely out of earshot, I said, "You were amazing. Did you see the way that she came alive when you spoke to her in her own language? I haven't see her this excited since she came here."Lance's face fell and his expression suddenly turned serious. "How long has she been here?""For two months now." I looked down at the linoleum floor and sighed. "She's no longer responding to treatment."Lance nodded. "I didn't think so," he said, and then he turned his attention to the hallway ahead of us as his eyebrows pulled together. "How much time does she have?"I let out an exasperated breath. "I can't be sure. That's one thing that I don't like about being a doctor. I wish I could save all of my patients, especially ones like her, young with her whole life ahead of her," I said, as we walked toward the cafeteria. "Thank you for what you did for her."Lance nodded. "I was happy to do it," he replied, forcing a smile, and then turned his attention t
The next morning, I hurried downstairs, in a rush to get to work to see him, poured myself a cup of coffee, and darted out the door, headed toward work.I pulled into the parking lot as thoughts of Lance filled my mind, conflicted about what to do. There weren't many men like him anymore with his chivalry and kindness. I loved watching him with Crissy last night and I was sure that he would make good on his promise to visit her again. I took a deep breath, pushed the images of Lance from my mind, and headed into the hospital."Morning," I said as I passed the receptionist. She nodded cheerfully, then turned her attention to a patient who was checking in, one I was sure I'd see later.After depositing my purse in my locker and donning a lab coat and my stethoscope, I headed out to the floor, but Drake called out to me when he saw me come in. "Dr. Reynolds, I'd like for you to follow me please." He walked down a corridor, expecting me to follow, without saying another word.Oh, shi
The rest of the day passed uneventfully until sundown, but I couldn't help but wonder about Crissy and what role Lance had played, if any, in her recovery. As I promised Drake, I had said nothing about it to anyone. Drake kept watching me throughout the day, frowning as he passed, but I brushed it off and focused on my work. He was always upset about something. Throughout the day, I couldn't help but think of Lance and how he had connected with Crissy. It's impossible that he had anything to do with her recovery, isn't it? But Drake's reaction made me wonder how Lance could have been involved. I pushed the thought aside and went back to working with patients.I headed toward the waiting room to see how many patients were waiting, when I spotted Lance, sitting in a far corner of the room. My heart involuntarily leapt when I saw him, and then took in his magnificent features, his firm chin, his dark brown hair, high cheekbones and stunning green yes. I could study his features for a lif
Well, it was obvious that I wasn't going to get any answers from him tonight, so I picked up my fork and cut a piece of my steak. I was suddenly so hungry that I could have just picked it up and eaten it with my bare hands if Lance hadn't been there. I laughed at the thought.Lance leaned back and gave me a sly grin as he cut another bite of his steak. "May I ask you a personal question?"The look in his eyes was so sweet that I couldn't help but smile. "It depends upon the question.""How do you like to be fucked?" His question was anything but innocent.My mouth fell open and I almost choked on my steak, shocked as I leaned back a bit. "Excuse me?"Then, he looked at me through his lashes and said in a low voice, "Perhaps you didn't hear me correctly. How, my dear, do you like to be fucked?"My breath quickened, shocked by the question as I remembered both times that I'd kissed him and how I had come undone in his arms. This was the turning point, slamming into me hard. "Lance,