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who enjoyed shooting pool and watching football and thought a movie and burger were just fine on a date. He dated a lot of nurses and therapists and x-ray or lab techs. They were generally sweet, caring professionals, who were smart and low maintenance. Anyone who dealt with broken bodies, a variety of patient backgrounds and blood and other bodily fluids on a daily basis tended to be practical and down to earth. He liked girls with short nails, tennis shoes and ponytails.
    Many times it had been pointed out that if he fell for a nurse or therapist he wouldn’t have to worry about them accepting his dad. He’d dated more than one woman who would have been at ease around his father and his needs. But that didn’t make it fair. He didn’t want to be a package deal. Relationships were hard enough.
    It was great that Morgan was not a woman to take blood or urine in stride. Her high heels, French manicure and perfect hair would be a constant reminder that he couldn’t think of this as anything more than a weekend fling.
    “I’ve been working for Britton for almost three years,” she was saying. “I’ve done a hell of a job with his hotel in Omaha. But I want something bigger and this is my chance.”
    He’d only been by the Britton Towers in downtown Omaha. He’d grown up in places like that and they had no draw for him.
    “He’s building a new resort and you’re up for manager?”
    “I’m one of two people he’s considering. That’s where you come in.”
    Dooley leaned his arm on the armrest between them. “I’m listening.”
    “The other candidate is Todd Becker. He’s from Minneapolis and he’s…” Her eyes dropped to his beer bottle. “My ex.”
    Her ex was up for the same job. Interesting.
    “You want to make him jealous while you steal the job he wants? Seems cruel.”
    She smiled. “No, I just want to avoid any…complications.”
    “Complications like what?” Dooley pressed. It was exceedingly stupid but he was all about showing Todd that Morgan had moved on. And upgraded. Temporarily, of course, but if it kept her out of the other man’s arms—or bed—Dooley was all for it.
    “Like left over feelings,” she said, again not meeting his eyes.
    “Left over feelings on his part or yours?” He didn’t like the idea she might still want this guy. Which didn’t make any sense at all.
    She lifted her shoulder. “Either.”
    He reached out and tipped her chin up. “Mostly yours?”
    “I don’t have feelings for him,” she said. “I just…find it difficult to…resist him. Physically. Like when he kisses me. Or touches me. Or in bed—”
    “I got it,” Dooley broke in. “I understand. Don’t need to hear any more.”
    Dammit. She was attracted to Todd.
    “So I’m here to what?” he asked.
    “Make me want to be with you instead.”
    Her eyes went to his lips and he felt electricity arc between them. “I’ll do my best.” His voice dropped to a husky rumble.
    “That’s the thing.” She leaned closer and her voice was a little scratchy too. “You don’t have to try very hard. You’re the one who makes it so I can barely remember his name.”
    Best thing he’d ever heard.
    Cupping the back of her head, Dooley leaned in and claimed her mouth again. The kiss was hot, but lips only. At first. Within a minute though, he was urging her up out of her seat with his hands on her upper arms, then turning her. But she climbed into his lap, straddled his thighs, all on her own.
    He peeled her jacket off, their lips never separating, then slipped his hands up under the silky material of her blouse to the silky skin of her back. She arched into him, deepening the kiss, holding his head. As if he’d think about pulling away.
    Slipping his hands to the front, he cupped her breasts. He remembered everything about sex with her, in spite of the fact they’d drank plenty while playing at the fake casino tables. He knew her nipples were one key to making her crazy.
    His thumbs brushed over