She stepped closer until he felt the warmth from her body against his chest. “Nope.”
His lips twinged again. “You weren’t satisfied with my care?”
“Absolutely not.” She pursed her lips in an attempt to look serious but her sparkling eyes weren’t fooling him.
“What was it about my care you didn’t like?” Then he slapped his forehead. “Oh, right. You called me a pervert.”
She pressed her lips together and looked to the side. He noticed her belly quivering with suppressed laughter. “Did I?”
Elias pressed on, just to make her laugh first. “You did. You accused me of bestiality.”
She snickered.
Ha! Score one for me.
“I never said that.”
“Yeah you did,” he continued. “Right after you told me what a nice person you were.”
Her head snapped back and her gaze laser focused on his, making his belly tighten and his cock twitch.
“Hey, you said I was nice first. And you know what? Iama nice person.” She glanced at the two mugs on the table. “I’m so nice, that I showed up at an animal strip joint just to return your scrubs top.And, to prove that I’m over-the-top nice, I’m going to sit down here and share this table with you to keep you from looking like a friendless dork.”
Elias snorted. Wren’s eyes blazed and he realized she was keeping a laugh score, too. That did something to his chest. If he wasn’t mistaken, his heart had just broken all the laws of medical science and flipped over.
“I’m not a friendless dork.” He pointed to the two beer mugs on the table. “See? I have a friend.”
Wren considered the mugs. “Or, it could be camouflage.” She rounded the table and took Waylon’s seat in front of his mug. Elias missed the heat from Wren’s skin and her salty, peachy scent immediately. “This mug’s empty.” She reached for the beer pitcher.
Elias’ hand shot out and grabbed hers before she could pick it up. Now, not only did his heart flip when he touched her, but he could have sworn he’d accidentally touched a patient receiving an electrical shock from a defibrillator. Wren looked up at him as if she’d felt the same thing.
“I can’t let you drink that,” he said.
“I didn’t think I was your patient.”
“You’re not. But I wouldn’t let my worst enemy drink that swill.”
“Then why did you order it?”
“I didn’t order it. My friend did.”
Wren twisted on her seat as she looked down and around. “Your invisible friend whose lap I’m sitting on right now?”
Wren scored another point when Elias laughed.
“Why can’t I drink this?” She leaned forward and sniffed the beer. “Wow. This isnotswill. This isn’t even beer. It’s a pine tree disguised as beer.”
“Yup, that’s what I told my buddy. There’s a forest in every pitcher.”
She snickered again. That left them tied by Elias’ count.
“So, let me buy you a real drink instead?” he asked.
Instead of answering, Wren glanced at the dance floor then turned her gaze back on him. “Do you dance?”
“I do.”
She stood up. “I think I’d rather dance than drink for the moment.”
