“Hard not to notice when someone’s muttering about my bedroom performance across the training field.”
“I was not?—”
“You absolutely were.”
I point toward the door, trying to salvage what little dignity I have left.
“You need to leave.”
“Why?Afraid you’ll keep talking?”
“I am a medical professional,” I say stiffly.
“And I’m an athlete under your care,” he replies smoothly.“Seems like we should communicate.”
“This isn’t communication.This is you being insufferable.”
His grin widens.
“Yet you’re still blushing.”
I groan and drag a hand over my face.
“Walker.”
“Chiara.”
“Get out.”
He pushes off the doorframe but doesn’t move very far.Instead he leans slightly closer, lowering his voice like we’re sharing a secret.
“For the record,” he says, blue eyes sparkling with mischief, “if you ever decide you’d like to test that theory, you just let me know.”
My heart stutters.
“Because for you, Love?I am more than happy to set the record straight.”
My mouth falls open.
“You are unbelievable.”I try for stern, but it comes out breathy.
“That’s what they tell me.”
“Out.”
“Alright, alright.”
He backs toward the door, still smiling like he just had the time of his life embarrassing me.
“See you around, Doc.”
“And Walker?”
He pauses.
“If you flirt with me again, I’m assigning you extra stretching drills.”
His grin turns positively wicked.
