Sizzling Nights with Dr. Off-Limits

“I wasn’t referring to your pharmacist and you know it.”

Emily sighed. She should have known Meghan wouldn’t let her get away with that one. Still, at least she’d bought a few seconds to collect herself a little.

She grabbed her friend’s arm and walked her away from Cassie’s room. “Yes, I know who you mean, and yes, he is in there, and no, I don’t want to talk about him.”

An “I knew it” smile spread across Meghan’s face. “You had sex with him, didn’t you?”

“What?”

Meghan gave her a no-brainer look. “Don’t bother denying it, because I know you did. I’ve never seen you look so twitterpated.”

“I am not twitterpated. If that’s even a word.”

“Sure it’s a word. Didn’t you ever watch that kids’ cartoon with the deer??

??

She frowned.

“And you, my friend, are twitterpated.”

“If that means I’m aggravated at you for making wild accusations, then yep, I am.”

“I note you said wild and not false.”

Knowing she was fighting a losing battle, she just shrugged and stared at her friend.

Meghan’s mouth dropped open and her eyes sparkled with animation. “You did. You had sex with Dr. Cain. Was he as awesome as he looks like he’d be?”

Would the floor please open up and swallow her now?

“I’m not answering that and would you please whisper? I don’t want anyone to overhear you.”

“You don’t have to answer.” Meghan looked as if she might burst with excitement. Seriously, had her friend disliked Richard that much? “I can tell by your face.”

Emily glanced around the busy hospital hallway. “This is not where we should be having this conversation.”

“Then let’s go have dinner together after we get off work this evening. You can tell me everything.”

Emily didn’t meet her friend’s eyes.

“You can’t, can you? Because you’re seeing him?”

Emily shrugged again. “We don’t have any specific plans.”

“But you’re hoping you’ll see him?” Meghan guessed again.

“I suspect I will.”

How ridiculous was she being? She was not going to go home and wait around in hopes that Lucas would show up for another round of sex. She just wasn’t.

Yet that was exactly what she’d been thinking when she’d not agreed to Meghan’s suggestion.

“Let’s do it,” she said, unwilling to start the “sitting around waiting on him” bit. She’d been there and done that years ago. “Where do you want to meet?”

Meghan arched a brow. “You’re sure?”

“Absolutely.”