On Thursday—their last night together before she left for New Hampshire—they hadn't even gotten past the hall. They'd made love on the mahogany table in Dylan's entranceway. He'd stripped her from the waist down, lifted her onto the table, and taken her in hard fast strokes that brought them both to climax in seconds. Just thinking about it made her body throb and...
"Good morning."
Sabrina's head snapped up, and she could actually feel hot color flood her cheeks as she saw Dylan leaning in her doorway.
"Hi," she managed.
A corner of his mouth lifted and he walked in, shutting the door behind him. "Well, I don't have to ask what you were thinking about"
"No, I guess you don't." She propped her elbows on the desk and interlaced her fingers, resting her chin on them. "Then again, I thought I was alone with my fantasies. What are you doing here at seven something-or-other in the morning?"
He perched on the edge of her desk. "I needed a break from three nights and three mornings of cold showers. I was starting to develop frostbite."
Sabrina's lips twitched. "That sounds dire."
"It was. Care to rub some feeling back into my extremities?"
She couldn't help but dissolve into laughter. "That's quite a pick-up line, Mr. Newport. Very unique. Still, I wouldn't count on it bringing a high ratio of success."
"It worked this time. I got you to laugh, despite those deep circles I see under your eyes." He studied her intently. "You look beat. Rough weekend?"
Sighing, Sabrina pressed her palms to her cheeks. "It wasn't the weekend. I can handle the workload. I can even handle the time-juggling."
"It's the tissue-typing results. They're due in today."
"Yes. I spoke to Dr. Radison a little while ago. He should be calling me any time now." She raised her head, met Dylan's gaze. "I'm afraid," she said quietly, opening up to him in a way that was still very new to her. "Afraid that I won't be a match. And afraid that I will."
"That's called being human." Dylan walked around behind the desk, tugged her to her feet. "Come here." He drew her against him, tipped up her chin and kissed her. "I know this is taboo," he murmured, circling her lips with his. "We're at work. But no one's in the office yet. Give me ten seconds to make you feel better."
She smiled, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck. "Yo
u're good. But not that good. If you really want to make me feel better, you'll need more than ten seconds."
"Then consider this a prelude." He covered her mouth with his, nudging her lips apart and taking her in a heated kiss she felt to the tips of her toes. "It'll be okay. Hang in there. And, by the way, I missed you."
"I missed you, too," she admitted. "Even yoga didn't help."
"You must be doing the wrong stretches. Or maybe you're doing them in the wrong positions. I'll work on both with you tonight."
Sabrina smiled against his mouth. "Now you're a yoga instructor?"
"Better. I'm a magician. I can get every one of those beautiful muscles to relax." He winked as he released her. "Promise."
"I'm going to hold you to that." Sabrina's smile faded and she ran her fingers through her hair. "God knows, I'll need it." She met Dylan's gaze. "It's not just what's ahead of me at Mount Sinai. It's what's ahead of me here. I've decided to make the announcement today. It's time."
Dylan folded his arms across his chest. He didn't look surprised. "When?"
"At the end of the day. I left a voice mail for Donna last night, when I got back from CCTL and was still delusional enough to believe I'd get some sleep and she'd beat me in here this morning. Instead I was so revved up that I had insomnia and stared at the ceiling for three hours. Anyway, I asked her to send out an in-house e-mail calling for a full company meeting today at five-thirty. Whoever can't make it will hear the news in a matter of hours by phone chain, I'm sure. I'm not trying to make a big deal out of it, but I don't want the staff to think this only concerns the VPs. It concerns everyone."
Dylan nodded. "Are you waiting until the blood test results come in? Is that why you timed your announcement for the end of the day?"
"No." Sabrina shook her head. "Originally that's what I had in mind. But it suddenly occurred to me that the two things aren't connected. If the blood work turns out the way I'm hoping, Carson will get my kidney. That's a given. But if it doesn't, if I can't be the one to make the transplant possible, I'm still his daughter. I still want to be part of Ruisseau—and of Carson's life. It's time I shared that with the rest of his family—his staff. No, the reason I picked the end of the day is to give everyone a chance to juggle their schedules and to give me a chance to meet with Dr. Radison and talk to Carson."
"To say he'll be thrilled that you're going public with this is the understatement of the year."
"Telling him will be the highlight of my day." Her expression brightened. "Actually, I had an idea. Do you think we could videotape the meeting? Then we could play it for him in his hospital bed. My first choice would be for him to make the announcement himself, but I doubt the medical staff would go for us setting up videoconferencing in ICU. So this is the next best thing. He'll be able to see the event firsthand. You think that's overkill?"
"I think it's terrific. He'll watch the tape a hundred times. He'll probably make all the nurses on night shift watch with him—that is, those who are still speaking to him." Dylan eyed her intently. "What about your mother? Have you prepared her for the media circus?"