Janice Lynn - A Surgeon To Heal Her Heart

“You’re right,” Stone said from right behind her. “I take no pleasure in upsetting you. The truth is I want to do the opposite.”

“You want to take pleasure in upsetting me?” She pretended to misunderstand, again. She felt contrary and purposely misunderstanding gave her a little reprieve. Asking if she was seeing a married man! The nerve. “Thanks, but no, thanks.”

Okay, she might be latching onto that to throw a wall between them. She needed whatever shield she could find to protect her from the charm he exuded.

Digging her key out of her pocket, Carly unlocked her old economy sedan, then hit the button on the car-door panel to unlock the back doors. She opened the backseat door, tugging a little extra hard where the door often stuck, then stepped back for Stone to put the box onto the seat.

He made sure the box wasn’t going anywhere if she slammed on her brakes or took a curve a little fast, then faced her. “Is it me, then, or men in general?”

“Is your ego so big that you just can’t fathom I’m not interested?”

He closed the car door and moved to where he stood right in Carly’s personal space. “My ego isn’t that big and if it had been, you’d have corrected that.”

Ouch.

“What I’d like,” he continued, “is to know why you say you aren’t interested when I’d put money on the fact you are.”

Hands digging into her hips, she glared. “You’d lose your money.”

“Would I?” His question was gentle rather than mocking. “I’m not sure what changed yesterday, Carly. I’m not blind. I’ve seen how you look at me. It’s the same way I look at you. With interest. If my delay in asking you out is the problem, know it wasn’t from lack of interest. On the days I haven’t worked, I’ve been traveling back and forth from Atlanta to settle up everything with my move.”

Any spunk Carly had left her like a deflating balloon.

Any woman would be flattered at Stone’s attention. If his ego had been huge, it would be with good reason.

And she was flattered by his attention.

But his attention was a distraction she didn’t need because she had to stay focused. Losing focus could mean everything falling apart and she couldn’t allow that to happen.

Plus, how could she in good conscience involve any man in her crazy life? Just look at how Tony had balked and her mother hadn’t been nearly as needful at that time.

She closed her eyes. “It would be simpler if you’d move on and forget whatever interest you have in me.”

“Do you remember when we first met?”

Stone’s question caught her off guard. Her eyes popped open and she stared at him.

“You were coming out of the medical supply room and bumped into me,” he continued, his gaze searching hers. “You almost fell over yourself apologizing.” A soft smile played on his lips. “I thought you were the prettiest thing I’d seen in a long time.”

Vanities were not something Carly had the time or money to indulge in. She kept her hair in a no-maintenance style of long and natural to where she could pull it up and not bother with highlights or salons. She hadn’t worn make-up since college. Money was too tight for such frivolities. His calling her the prettiest thing stirred up a thousand butterflies in her belly.

“I think that right now.”

His words set every butterfly into fluttery flight. Oh, my. Carly gulped.

“You must have had your eyes closed a long time, then.” She fought to keep from putting her hand over her stomach.

Studying her, he shook his head. “You were in these same blue scrubs, but had on different shoes. Your laces were bright orange rather than neon green.”

He remembered what she’d been wearing when they first met? That her shoe laces had been a different color?

“You are a lovely woman, Carly.”

To which she could only say, “Thank you.”

Embarrassed, feeling a little shaky at the knees, Carly glanced around the employee parking lot and caught sight of a co-worker curiously looking her way, the nurse’s aide who’d been with Rosalyn earlier.

The woman called out, “Goodnight.”

Carly waved and wished her a good evening as well, then frowned at the man still standing too close.

“She’s a wonderful person, but does tend to gossip. No doubt, everyone will know you were at my car with me.”

“Then we should give them something to talk about.” The eye-twinkle was back.

Horrified, Carly shook her head. “No, we shouldn’t.”

She needed her job, couldn’t risk anything creating waves at her place of employment. Not even the temptation in Stone’s eyes.

He sighed and raked his fingers through his hair. “You’re right. Sorry. I seem to have a one-track mind where you’re concerned. Give me your address. I’ll follow you home and carry the box inside.”

“Not going to happen.” No way would she be able to explain to Joyce why a handsome doctor had followed her home. Carrying a heavy box in wouldn’t begin to satisfy the protective older woman’s curiosity.

As for Stone’s one-track mind, why was her body heating up at the possibilities of what he’d meant?

“Are you capable of saying yes to anything I suggest?”

Yeah, she was being ornery. For her own safety and sanity. His, too.

“Probably not,” she admitted, giving a wry smile.

“I’m a pretty straightforward guy. I’d like to date you, Carly. I’ve been trying to get to know you and thought we were until yesterday. If my overhearing your conversation with Rosalyn upset you that much, I truly am sorry.” His tone was appropriately repentant. “I want to take you out, talk with you, dine with you away from the hospital, and eventually kiss those lips of yours that I find myself thinking about way too often.”

Insides shaking, heart pulled into a tug-of-war between need and want and guilt, Carly closed her eyes. “I can’t do this.”

“You can’t talk to me?”

“I can’t hear you say those things,” she clarified, not opening her eyes. In a tug-of-war of its own, her mind raced between logic and emotion and loyalty to her mother.

Stone wanted to date her. Stone wanted to kiss her. She’d not been kissed in so long. Not since Tony.

Suddenly the need to be kissed, to feel like a woman, to feel alive and wanted and young, burst free and filled every cell of her being to overflowing.

Which was what made Stone so very dangerous to all she held dear.

He could make a total disaster of her life.

“Because?”

Had his voice been closer? She thought so, but she didn’t open her eyes to check. She couldn’t look, couldn’t see whatever was in his magnificent green eyes.

Stone tempted. Tempted her to want things she shouldn’t want.

Couldn’t want.

Couldn’t have.

Which didn’t seem to matter because she was a woman with normal urges and he made all those urges come on full force whether she wanted them to or not.

Probably the rest of her life she’d look back and wish circumstances had presented her with the option to throw caution to the wind with Stone Parker.

To forget the pain of Tony turning his back on her.

To embrace all the warmth and urges Stone stirred.

Because she’d like him to kiss her. Had not been able to stop the late-night thoughts about what it would feel like to be kissed by him.

Now, he’d said he wanted to kiss her.

How was she ever supposed to get him out of her head when he’d verbalized things she’d fantasized?

“Carly?”

His voice was so close, her name whispered against her cheek.

“Hmm?”

“Open your eyes.”

She bit the inside of her lower lip. “I can’t.”

“There’s a lot of things you say you can’t do, lady.”