Lucas’ neck stiffened.
“Oh man,” Leon said with a tragic sigh, “I’m afraid we’re not meant to be together after all.”
She laughed honestly and loudly…and Lucas hated it.
He wanted it to be his shoulder she was touching. That he was the one she was leaning over. Whose jokes she was laughing at.
Fuck.
He narrowed his eyes. This wasn’t going to go well. If he let her manipulate him, her hands on his body… Shit, no. That would be the beginning of the end of his control.
She’d come against his mouth on Sunday, but he’d had to use his hands twice in the shower to get her out of his head, only to wake up the next morning with a hard-on because he haddreamed that Fox hadn’t interrupted them. That they’d finished what they’d started on the couch.
No.
He turned on his heels and headed to the head doctor’s office. He’d have to get someone else to tend to him.
Chapter Twelve
Twelfth encounter
“I love your smell.”
“What?”
“Well, men always smell harsh or musky. But you smell sweet. Like something you know isn’t good for you, but you still want more.”
“I’m not good for you?”
“I always want more, Lucas, focus on that.”
He saidwhat?” Anna tried to keep her voice calm and low, but when it came to being inconspicuous, she was about as successful as a peacock – or Leon!
“It’s no big deal, Anna,” Dr. Reed replied calmly, stowing paperwork in his desk.
“But…” She gritted her teeth, her hands clenching the hem of her polo shirt. “He specifically said he didn’t want me to treat him?”
Blood rushed to her head, dancing in front of her eyes as red dots.
“Don’t take it personally,” Dr. Reed said, shrugging as if it was nothing. “Some players are just superstitious during the playoffs. They don’t want to change their routines. Some believe women bring bad luck.”
Oh, if she ran into Lucas, she’d bring him bad luck, he could count on that!
What the hell was he thinking? Did he know how bad he was making her look to her boss?
Don’t take it personally.
It was too late for that! Damn, he’d told Fox yesterday that he wanted to be friends with her and…shit, today he was questioning her competence as a doctor?
“Just be happy,” her boss interrupted her thoughts. “You’re done here for the day. It’s already late. You can go home.”
“Oh, yeah, great,” she said tightly, abruptly turning her back on her boss and stomping out of his office. But instead of heading left toward the exit to the private parking lot, she turned right, toward the players’ locker rooms. Because Dr. Reed was wrong. She wasn’t done for the day yet!
Most of the hockey players would already be gone. Lucas, however, had been treated late, so he was probably still here.
Too bad for him.
This time, she didn’t knock, but Lucas wasn’t in the completely empty locker room either. He wasn’t sitting in front of his number one locker. She heard water splashing in the adjacent communal shower — and at that moment, she couldn’t care less about how many naked Hawks she’d have to see to yell at the goalie, she simply pushed the door open with her fist.
