But not tonight.
Forehead against the door, Trinity held her breath. Surely, any second now he’d knock. He had to knock, right?
He was there.
Just on the other side of her door, teasing her. No, not teasing really. More of a temptation to reach out and take what she reluctantly admitted she wanted.
He did tempt her. Like fresh-baked cookies tempted a starving dieter.
She wanted a bite.
A big bite.
Before she could have biter’s remorse, she undid the chain, undid the deadbolt and flung the door open.
“Riley?”
“Hmm?” His response buzzed in her ear.
“Where are you?” Stunned, she glanced down the hallway.
The empty hallway.
“My car.”
His car?
He’d left?
Her heart sank.
“You were never really on the other side of my door?”
She might kill him. He’d gotten her all worked up for nothing, had…
“I was there.”
Frowning, fighting disappointment she didn’t quite understand and definitely didn’t want, she went back into her apartment. She should hang up now, before she incriminated herself.
Why was she surprised? Disappointed? She should be glad he’d left, that he’d had reason when she’d temporarily lost her mind. Her stomach knotted and her eyes watered. Great.
Why was she not telling him where to go and turning off her phone?
“Trinity?”
“Yes?” She slumped back against the door, fighting a sniffle. Was he seriously whistling? She might just throw her phone at him for real.
“I like you.”
Were they in grammar school or what?
Eyes squeezed closed, she sighed. “So you keep saying, but at the moment, Riley Williams, I don’t like you one bit.”
He surprised her by bursting into laughter. “There’s my funny girl.”
“Are you dating Dr. Williams?”
Putting her stethoscope into her scrub pocket, Trinity spun around to look at her coworker. Karen Mathis, Trinity’s favorite coworker by far—usually—grinned at her and waited with an expectant look that said she wasn’t going to be easily distracted.