“This isn’t an episode ofGrey’s Anatomy, Dr. Reynolds.”
“Call me Dr. Reynolds again when it’s just the two of us and I’ll have your ass sore and you screaming my name in a fashion even Shonda Rhimes couldn’t be creative enough to write.”
My inner thighs tightened and my entire body was jolted by his words and the gleam in his eyes as he said them. The hairs on my arms stood at attention, as if daring me to try him just so he could follow through on his threat. Or was it a promise?
Looking up into Jacob’s eyes, I knew that it was a promise.
“Have dinner with me.”
My eyebrows spiked. “Where?”
“That’s for me to discern. All you have to do is say yes.”
“Yes.”
The lack of hesitation should’ve surprised me. But after the kiss we shared over the weekend, I knew Jacob Reynolds had an uncanny way of getting me to step out of my comfort zone.
A half smile touched his lips, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was sayingyesto a lot more than a dinner invitation. A nervous pang ran through my belly.
“Let’s go tell the Westbrook family how Johnny’s surgery went.”
I hated when he let his hand fall away from me, knowing that he needed to. We were at work, and contrary to popular belief due to shows such asGrey’s Anatomy,all the doctors and nurses weren’t screwing each other in the on-call rooms.
“I’m with you, Dr. Re—” I stopped myself when warning flashed in those grey irises. “Jacob.”
Satisfied, he nodded before continuing down the hall to the waiting room.
Chapter Eight
Jacob
Holy shit,was the first coherent thought I had after Grace opened the door of her home. I ogled her as she stood there in heels that had to be six inches off the ground. The golden-colored heels were matched with a wine-colored, sleeveless bandage dress that stopped just above her knees. The dress also had some sort of a chiffon cape that elegantly swayed whenever Grace moved even the slightest bit.
She made the dress look amazing, not the other way around. She’d done her makeup lightly, just enough to give her usually caramel cheeks a rose-pink color and her eyelids a golden tone. My first thought upon seeing her glossed lips was,I definitely plan to ungloss them with my own mouth.
“You look …” I started but couldn’t finish because nothing seemed to fit. Ravishing, astonishing, beautiful were all too dull to describe how fucking good she appeared. “You straightened your hair,” I finally said as I reached up with my free hand, touching a few of the sleek strands.
Her smile dropped a bit.
“It’s great.”
I would’ve never thought Grace was the type of woman to thrive off of or seek out compliments, but the way her smile illumined told me I was wrong.
“Thank you. The humidity decided to calm down a little at the end of summer so I thought straightening it would be a nice change.”
I nodded, not knowing what humidity had to do with straightening one’s hair or not but whatever.
“This is for you.”
She glanced down at the light pink gift box in my hand. “You got me a gift?”
“Open it,” I insisted. I didn’t normally pick out gifts for anyone and I wanted to see her reaction to what I chose. I suspected that flowers for a first date were a little played out, and this felt perfect when I saw it.
Tucking the golden clutch in her right hand underneath her left arm, she took the box from my hand, opening it.
“Wow.” Giggling, she lifted the silver keychain from the box. “She believed she could so she did,” she read the quote on the pendant, which hung from a chain, out loud. Alongside the pendant hung the caduceus symbol with the letters RN inscribed in between it.
“The quote reminded me of you.”
