My word. A man in a police T-shirt loving on a dog definitely had the lady parts screaming for attention.
“I need to mop. You two go back to Sydney’s office.”
I whipped my head around to stare at Marie. The office crew cleaned the night before. Their duties included mopping the floors. It smelled of bleach in the office. “What? They—”
Marie waved her hand. “Go. I need to get my chores done.”
Tilting her head, her eyes widened in a way that told me to just go with it. Mike’s brow bunched in confusion before he shook his head and chuckled.
“Out. Both of you. To the back. I need to hurry before our first patient arrives. Leave Maggie Maye with me. I need her help.”
This was beyond obvious. Maybe now was a good time to fall like I had before and escape the humiliation of Marie locking us in my office like a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven. “Marie, the floors are fine.”
Without warning, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into my office. Mike followed us inside and the door was promptly shut, leaving Maggie Maye with Marie in the waiting area.
I muttered, “I think you make every woman crazy.”
Mike gave no response, so I glanced up. The familiar tension between us grew, and I gulped. Yes, gulped. There was a hunger in Mike’s eyes I hadn’t seen before.
Think, Sydney. Think. “Umm, this is my office. Here’s my stethoscope.”
Mike didn’t move.
This was so awkward. I needed no help from Marie with this. I’d managed to get dates all on my own.
My nerves were rattled, and of course I kept prattling about. “This is the heart model I use to show the effects of heartworms. And this is—”
“Sydney.”
I looked his way. “Yes?”
“Why were you jealous about Maggie Maye last night?”
Oh hell. I was surely going to crack. Locked in a room with the mega hot cop. My defenses were going to fold like a cheap suit.
I licked my lips. “I think learning about heartworms would be better. We should definitely get Maggie Maye on preventative medicine if no one claims her in the next couple of days. And you should consider if you want to get her spayed. Accidental pregnancies can happen when she’s in heat.”
Accidental pregnancies? Maybe I should give myself a swirly.
He took a step forward. “I don’t think that would be better.”
I was filled with equal amounts of nervousness and anticipation. Of course, nerves got the better of me. “Maybe listen to my stethoscope? People love to do that.”
He took three measured steps, and I could feel the heat of his body next to me. My body called to be closer to his. My eyes drifted down to his feet.
I am so out of practice with this. Maybe the bookstore has a Dummies Guide to Dating.
Going to the bookstore was a must on my to-do list in the next couple of days.