was choosing something to wear. I shifted around to see whether I could see him from any other angle without revealing that I was awake. I didn’t want to spoil the moment, which I was sure I wouldn’t get again.
Disappointed not to get another glimpse of him I turned back in bed and froze.
A short gasp escaped my mouth. He stood right at the foot of the bed and looked at me. He was fully dressed in khaki pants and a t-shirt. He looked stunned too. Had he caught me staring at him?
How embarrassing!
He was as gorgeous as a Greek god. His hair was dark brown and still damp from the shower. He was clean shaven and he had the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen. He was well over six feet tall and looked just as good in clothes as he had half-naked. I preferred him half-naked though.
“Annette.” He knew my name, but I didn’t know his. My amnesia theory had just become more plausible.
“Don’t be scared,” he pleaded with his green eyes. And then it came back to me. I had looked into those green eyes before. I recognized them.
“Doctor?” I didn’t know what his name was, but I remembered he was the one who had treated me at the hospital. Since when did they allow doctors to take their patients home? This was clearly his home.
“Why am I here?” I needed to know. Had they thrown me out of the hospital because I didn’t have insurance? I hoped I hadn’t gotten him into trouble for treating me. I remembered him saying it was on the house . He had probably broken the rules. I instantly felt sorry.
“You were injured last night. Do you remember that?”
I nodded.
“I treated your wounds,” he continued in his silky and sexy voice, which I was certain, was illegal in at least forty-eight states.
“Yes, at the hospital. I remember,” I said almost impatiently. I was more interested in how I had gotten here than in him trying to test my memory. Was he checking whether I had amnesia?
“I didn’t treat you at the hospital.”
“Of course you did. I remember you. I’m not hallucinating. It was you.” I was confident. There was no way I could have mistaken those green eyes.
I saw his Adams apple move as he swallowed hard. “What I meant to say is I treated you, but not at the hospital,” he said cautiously as he looked at me. I wasn’t sure what he was expecting me to say. So I wasn’t at the hospital, maybe they had brought me to his practice instead?
Big deal!
I shrugged my shoulders. “So, at your practice then. What does it matter? What I would really like to know is how I got here, to your place.” My arms waved at the loft so he would get the idea.
He was deadly handsome, but I wasn’t so sure about his intelligence at this point. How hard was it to answer a simple question?
“I treated you here .” He paused searching my face for any reaction.
“At your home? But then, who brought me to you?” That was strange. Why hadn’t the person who found me just called 9-1-1 instead of bothering a doctor at his home?
“I did. You were hurt. It was faster …” He stopped when he saw my astonished look.
“Oh.” He had brought me here. I looked around.
“Is it just you here?”
Do you make it a habit of bringing injured girls back to your place rather than the hospital?
“Yes,” he admitted.
I stared at him in shock. “Oh!”
Then I suddenly realized he hadn’t answered the question in my head. He had just confirmed he was living alone, not that he made it a habit of bringing injured girls home. But my reaction was already out there.
He looked crushed? No, I wasn’t interpreting him correctly. He was annoyed with me. He had treated my injuries for free and I didn’t even thank him for it. How rude was that?
Annette, pull yourself together and apologize!
“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”
I stared at him. Those weren’t my words. They were his. He was apologizing to me. What was going on? I put my hands through my hair to touch my skull to see if I had hit my
Disappointed not to get another glimpse of him I turned back in bed and froze.
A short gasp escaped my mouth. He stood right at the foot of the bed and looked at me. He was fully dressed in khaki pants and a t-shirt. He looked stunned too. Had he caught me staring at him?
How embarrassing!
He was as gorgeous as a Greek god. His hair was dark brown and still damp from the shower. He was clean shaven and he had the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen. He was well over six feet tall and looked just as good in clothes as he had half-naked. I preferred him half-naked though.
“Annette.” He knew my name, but I didn’t know his. My amnesia theory had just become more plausible.
“Don’t be scared,” he pleaded with his green eyes. And then it came back to me. I had looked into those green eyes before. I recognized them.
“Doctor?” I didn’t know what his name was, but I remembered he was the one who had treated me at the hospital. Since when did they allow doctors to take their patients home? This was clearly his home.
“Why am I here?” I needed to know. Had they thrown me out of the hospital because I didn’t have insurance? I hoped I hadn’t gotten him into trouble for treating me. I remembered him saying it was on the house . He had probably broken the rules. I instantly felt sorry.
“You were injured last night. Do you remember that?”
I nodded.
“I treated your wounds,” he continued in his silky and sexy voice, which I was certain, was illegal in at least forty-eight states.
“Yes, at the hospital. I remember,” I said almost impatiently. I was more interested in how I had gotten here than in him trying to test my memory. Was he checking whether I had amnesia?
“I didn’t treat you at the hospital.”
“Of course you did. I remember you. I’m not hallucinating. It was you.” I was confident. There was no way I could have mistaken those green eyes.
I saw his Adams apple move as he swallowed hard. “What I meant to say is I treated you, but not at the hospital,” he said cautiously as he looked at me. I wasn’t sure what he was expecting me to say. So I wasn’t at the hospital, maybe they had brought me to his practice instead?
Big deal!
I shrugged my shoulders. “So, at your practice then. What does it matter? What I would really like to know is how I got here, to your place.” My arms waved at the loft so he would get the idea.
He was deadly handsome, but I wasn’t so sure about his intelligence at this point. How hard was it to answer a simple question?
“I treated you here .” He paused searching my face for any reaction.
“At your home? But then, who brought me to you?” That was strange. Why hadn’t the person who found me just called 9-1-1 instead of bothering a doctor at his home?
“I did. You were hurt. It was faster …” He stopped when he saw my astonished look.
“Oh.” He had brought me here. I looked around.
“Is it just you here?”
Do you make it a habit of bringing injured girls back to your place rather than the hospital?
“Yes,” he admitted.
I stared at him in shock. “Oh!”
Then I suddenly realized he hadn’t answered the question in my head. He had just confirmed he was living alone, not that he made it a habit of bringing injured girls home. But my reaction was already out there.
He looked crushed? No, I wasn’t interpreting him correctly. He was annoyed with me. He had treated my injuries for free and I didn’t even thank him for it. How rude was that?
Annette, pull yourself together and apologize!
“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.”
I stared at him. Those weren’t my words. They were his. He was apologizing to me. What was going on? I put my hands through my hair to touch my skull to see if I had hit my
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