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.” I seductively play with him.
    He seems to like it, and so I up the ante, loud enough for Clink to once again hear.
    “Especially if it includes bed rest.” I continue to look straight ahead to where Harris has pointed his car key, at a shiny black Jaguar convertible, but let my eyes spy, hidden beneath the sunglasses, my periphery where Clink is looking dangerously close to attacking.
    I broaden my smile as Harris opens the passenger door for me. I settle into the butter-soft leather and enjoy the chivalry as he closes the door before making his way around to his side.
    The car hums to life before he’s even entered, the engine starting, the windows lowering, the flexible convertible roof opening to allow us to bask in the warm rays of sunshine.
    Once he’s seated and buckled in, I shift closer, gracefully picking up his hand to set on my thigh.
    He licks his lips at how forward I’m being, unaware that it’s an act, and his fingers begin to knead into the tight denim that clothes me.
    The powerful purr of the imported engine sounds like a tiger waiting to pounce on its prey as we back out of the hidden reserved parking space and slowly navigate our way through the lot.
    Clink turns to watch every movement with the low-set car giving him the advantage of seeing everything, including the good doctor’s hand massaging my upper leg,
    I lift my hand to comb through my wavy hair just as we pass him on the passenger side. I laugh once again at Harris’s dull humor, but secretly howl with silent satisfaction as I stick my middle finger up at my stalker and flip him off while driving off with another man.
    Life is good sometimes… especially when it has an unexpected opportunity for revenge.
    “I must say, Charlie, I’m surprised by the sudden change of heart. I’ve been asking you out for months now,” Harris voices his approval of my acting skills.
    Oh crap! Now that Clink is left behind and no longer a spectator, I can’t really drop pretenses. I smirk and try to make the best of the situation.
    “What can I say? You saved me.” I say, referring to his treating me in the E.R. just a little while ago.
    He smiles.
    We turn right onto Elm Drive and then quickly park in front of the Waffle Hut. He cuts the engine and we sit in silence for an awkward moment.
    I move to open the sleek door, but he calls out.
    “No, don’t. Let me.” I pull my hand back and watch as he comes around to help me out like a perfect gentleman.
    I blush just a little. Mom would die happy if she saw how Harris is going out of his way to be a polite. A perfect, non-biker, non-tattooed, non-smoking, gentleman.
    The décor of the Waffle Hut is straight out of any 1970’s breakfast joint. The yellow and orange color scheme is slightly nostalgic and eerie in its own right.
    “It’s not much…” he quickly looks to explain, “but you’ve got to try the Belgian waffles.”
    A sweet little old woman named Edna takes our order of the famous waffles and some bacon before setting us up with coffee and leaving us to ourselves.
    “So…” I search for something to say. “Where are you from?”
    I’d always gotten the impression that he wasn’t from around here.
    “Rhode Island. I left home when I went to Medical School in Texas and haven’t really been back since,” he narrates.
    I sip the coffee and do my best to seem interested. His explanation settles the question regarding his mixed accent.
    Harris’s eyes raise to the front entrance he’s faced toward. “Excuse me, Charlie. I’ve got to take care of something.”
    I nod to signal that I’m fine by myself for a moment. He pulls down his scrub top as he stands and disappears behind me. Maybe it’s my curiosity getting the best of me, but something makes me turn to watch as he walks away.
    Immediately, my eyes settle on his ass, rating it and comparing it. It’s not bad… not by any means, but I can’t quite put my finger on why I’m not loving it. Maybe in some jeans, my