NYC Angels: The Wallflower's Secret

The man sounded far too cheerful for her liking. By the curl to Ryan’s lip, he wasn’t too impressed either. Maybe Matherson wouldn’t drag this meeting out. As soon as she got this over with she was going home to a hot bath. She glanced at Ryan. Maybe a good cleansing cry as well.

“Come in. Have a seat,” Matherson said as he took his chair behind the desk that was too large for the room.

Ryan stood to the side, letting her enter the office ahead of him. It was the closest they had been in days. As she passed, she caught a hint of the scent that was Ryan’s alone. With great effort she managed not to step closer to him, though her body vibrated with the need to.

She was relieved when she sat as her knees had begun to wobble. Ryan waited until she settled into her chair before he took his. The chairs were situated so close that when he placed his arm on the rest, it came within an inch of hers. She moved her arm and clasped her hands in her lap, fearing the powerful urge she had to touch him.

“So,” Matherson began, leaning back in his chair, “how’s the co-operative patient care working out between you two?” He ended the question with a sappy smile.

Ryan shifted slightly in his chair at Matherson’s use of the words “you two”.

“Fine,” she and Ryan said at the same time, not looking at each other.

“That’s all you have to report?” Matherson looked back and forth between them, his brow contracting “Could you be more specific, Dr. O’Doherty?”

“I think it has gone pretty much as I expected. I thought little of the idea to begin with and still do. The only difference between how I handled patient care before and what I do now is that I have to call Ms. Edwards before I meet the patient. Which does take time.”

She glanced at Ryan then scooted forward in her chair, gaining Matherson’s attention. “He had to wait a couple of times for me. I’m new to the hospital and had to learn my way around. The same for the city. I don’t believe that lessens my effectiveness.”

“So you believe the project has merit?” Matherson asked.

“I do.” She glanced at Ryan again and found him looking straight ahead. “I assisted in the patient’s and the family’s emotional needs. Something that surgeons often don’t address. I thought from the total patient care aspect it has value,” Lucy volunteered. “I was involved early on in easing family into the reality they were facing.”

Ryan snorted. His manners had disappeared. She and Matherson looked at him. “Yes, but I’m not sure that the hand-holding is necessary when the patient is in the ER.”

She swung to face Ryan. One of her knees bumping his hard thigh sent a shock wave through her before she pulled it away. “Really, Dr. O’Doherty? You seemed to appreciate my hand-holding just fine when you needed a translator.” She couldn’t keep the edge out of her voice.

Ryan didn’t look at her but at Matherson. “I concede that. Ms. Edwards was of value then.”

Ooh, the man! Lucy waited until Ryan and Matherson were both looking at her. Through clenched teeth she said, “Are you implying that what I do isn’t as important as being the all-powerful, all-knowing surgeon?”

“What I’m saying is that we don’t have to be joined at the hip,” he said through a taut jaw.

She flinched at his choice of words. Was he baiting her? Reminding herself to remain professional, she responded, “You’re right.” She turned to Matherson. “We shouldn’t have been required to attend Jack Carter’s party together.”

“So that didn’t go well?” Matherson sat forward as if he was enjoying their exchange.

“There are parts that are better left not discussed,” she murmured.

Someone called from the outer office. “Anyone here?”

“If you will excuse me a minute, I’ll be right back.” Matherson said, coming around the desk and heading out the door.

“So, do you have something particular in mind?” Ryan leaned toward her.

Two could play this game. “Yes, as a matter of fact I do.”

“Then why not just say it? I’m sure Mr. Matherson would be interested. You’ve had no trouble speaking your mind before.”

He was right. Since she’d moved to New York, no, met him, she’d taken to speaking up for herself. But this wasn’t the time. The discussion was too personal. Too heart-wrenching. “Ryan, please don’t do this here,” she whispered.

“Why not? I admit I kissed you. And what’s more, you liked it.”

“Please, Matherson can hear you,” she whispered in desperation.

“You don’t think I show my feelings enough,” he said, standing and pulling her up out of the chair. “How about this for showing some emotion?”

His mouth came down on hers hard and heavy as if he wanted to brand her and consume her at the same time. Nothing in her life had felt more wonderful. She curved a hand around his neck, savoring the moment she’d thought never to have again. With a soft moan of bliss she leaned in and soaked in the feel of him. Her world turned, funneled into a tornado and Ryan was the eye. Nothing mattered but the feel of his lips on hers.

The loud clearing of a throat from the doorway broke them apart. Matherson stood there, a look of shock on his face.

Blood rushed up her neck. The stricken and surprised look on Matherson’s face had to match hers. She glanced at Ryan. He was grinning like he’d just made the winning home run in the bottom of the ninth at a Yankees game.

What had just happened? She’d been kissing the surgeon she’d been assigned to work with in front of the head of the HR department! It hadn’t been just any kiss. It had been an open-mouthed, moaning kiss. Could she feel more mortified? She’d learned to stand up for herself in the last few weeks but Ryan’s—and admittedly her own—kiss had been far out of her comfort zone when done in front of an audience.

She couldn’t meet Matherson’s gaze, and she sure wasn’t going to look at Ryan. Appalled at their actions, she still wanted to step back into Ryan’s arms and have his generous lips find hers again. She desired more than a kiss. Her body shook with the need to draw him to her. “I have to go.”

Her knee hit the chair leg in her fervor to leave the room. Not sure how she did it, she made her way out of the office and the department. Wishing for her old sensible shoes back, she walked as fast as her new heels would allow. At the first bank of elevators she pushed the button for the eighth floor. Getting in the first door that opened, she rode up. Not until they opened again did she realize it was the eighth floor of a different wing of the hospital.

She wanted to stomp on the floor and scream Ryan, Ryan, Ryan. Instead, she took her frustration out on the down call button and punched it with the end of her finger. Why had he done it? Why had he kissed her in front of Matherson? She’d never been more embarrassed in her life. Did he mean anything by it other than to kiss her into submission? Regardless, it had been heaven to have his mouth on hers again.

Ryan lounged against the wall outside Lucy’s office door. He crossed his hands over his chest and prepared to wait. This time he didn’t mind doing so. The taste of Lucy lingered on his lips. She’d returned his kiss. Held nothing back, even in front of Matherson. Maybe there was hope after all.

When she turned the corner of the hall a few minutes later, he suppressed a smile. The Lucy that had stood up to him was back. He’d seen some evidence of it in Matherson’s office but by the look on her face now, he knew he was in for it. The best part was that he was looking forward to the fight and hopefully the making up. The last week had been one of pure misery.

As she stalked toward him he said, “You got lost again.”

He smiled when she mumbled, “Darned elevators.” She stopped beside him and shoved her key in

the door. “I don’t need you making fun of me. You’ve hardly spoken to me in a week.” She turned to face him. “Then you pulled that stunt in front of Matherson.”

Lucy flung her hair back as she turned to fiddle with the key. “How could you?”

Her wildflower scent touched his nostrils. He wanted to bury his nose in that warm, silky spot on her neck that he knew so well and inhale all of her. Pushing down a groan, he leaned towards her. “If you don’t talk sweeter to me, I just might do it again right here.”

She jerked her head up to look down the hall toward the nurses’ station. “Don’t,” she muttered.

“Why, Lucy? Because you’re afraid you might like it? I thought you were the one who believes in sharing feelings.”

She pushed the office door open and entered. He followed, not giving her a chance to close the door on him.

“You might not lose your job, but I could.”

“No, you won’t. I told Matherson I’d be glad to continue working with you. That I thought he made a much better matchmaker than HR director.”

“You said that?” she squeaked.

He shut the office door behind him. For once he appreciated an automatic lock. “Okay, maybe I left that last part off.”

She turned to face him, hands on her hips. “If we continue to work together you can’t kiss me every time I voice my opinion.”

“Yes, I can.” He grinned, stepping a pace closer, grateful the office was small.

“Huh?”

“I think you love me.”

She blinked. Then a smile formed on her lips. “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you, Dr. O’Doherty?”

He moved closer until her breasts touched his chest. “Kiss me again, Lucy.”

She placed her hands on his shoulders and looked into his dark blue eyes as she touched her lips to his. Heaven. He opened for her and she slipped her tongue in to meet his. He greeted and encouraged it. Her hands moved to wrap around his neck as he became master of the kiss, drawing her to him and heating her so that she melted against him.

Divine minutes later he pulled away and looked into her face as he combed his fingers through her hair. “You cut it.” He groaned with disappointment.