ALISONI tilted my head. "You don't need to do see me to my hotel room. I'm a big girl, Noah. I can take care of myself." "Honey, I have not one single doubt that what you say is true, but I was raised to see a lady home. Or to her hotel room, as the case may be. It doesn't mean I think you're less than capable. It just means I'm a gentleman." He took hold of my elbow and steered me out of the elevator car. "Besides, maybe I want the chance to talk to you a little longer." "Not that much longer, because my door's right here." I stopped in front of my room and fumbled for my key. "So not too far out of your way." "No." He turned to face me, leaning his shoulder against the jamb. "Not far enough.""Oh, really?" I played with the keycard in my hand. "I could've taken us around the long way if I'd known you wanted to drag out good-night." He stared down at me, his eyes clouded with what looked like indecision. "The crazy thing is, Alison . . ." He stopped and dragged one hand thr
ALISONAnd what glory it was.His ass was all muscle, so tight and almost without any give. His thighs were like tree trunks and just as unyielding as the sturdiest wood. And speaking of wood . . ."So good news," I choked out, my fingertips running lightly up and down his long, wide shaft. "No socks here. Consider my curiosity . . . satisfied." "God, I hope not," Noah rumbled. "Because I'm a long way from there.""Don't worry, mag man, I'm not planning on leaving you hanging." I closed my fingers around him and pumped a few times before I bowed my head to take just the tip between my lips, running my tongue in a teasing circle. "Mag man?" His voice was strained with effort, as though it was all he could do to get out the words. "You called me that earlier. What's it mean? Like a cave man? Not sure I'm flattered." "Not cave man, goof." I pulled my mouth off him for a moment with a pop. "Not Cro-Magnon, if that's what you're thinking. You . . . you're magnificent, Noah." I cra
ALISON "Alison, Mrs. Engle called to see if we can move her appointment this afternoon back an hour." I paused with my hand on the doorknob of the exam room I was about to enter, turning my head to glance at Gina, the office assistant manager. "What does that do to our schedule?"She wrinkled her nose. "Nothing good. It means your last patient is scheduled at five-thirty, so realistically speaking, you won't get out of here before seven at the earliest." "Damn." I chewed the side of my lip. "What's Mrs. Engle coming in for?" "Just her six-month blood pressure check." "Can we fit her in tomorrow?" Gina darted back into her office, and I heard some clicking as she navigated her computer. When she stuck her head out the doorway again, she was smiling. "Definitely. We have some wiggle room in the morning and the afternoon." I nodded. "Okay, great. Can you see if she's able to do that? If she can't . . ." I hesitated. Typically, I'd change my schedule to accommodate a patient
ALISON "I feel like such a loser, inviting you out to dinner and then having to ask you to do the driving." I stood on the front porch of Noah's beautiful home, and for a long moment, I couldn't even speak because somehow in the days since I'd last seen him, I'd managed to convince myself that he couldn't really be as hot and handsome as I'd remembered. It took me a few seconds to process what he'd said upon answering the doorbell, and when I did, I burst out laughing. "What?" He spread his arms belligerently. "It's true. I should have hired a car to come pick you up and drive us to the restaurant.""Noah." I spoke his name quietly, but it was all it took for him to stop ranting and look at me. "I told you last night, I don't mind at all. I'd rather do it this way-otherwise, we'd have a stranger playing third wheel most of the night." He studied me briefly and then nodded. "You're right.""Plus, why shouldn't I drive since the restaurant's closer to you, too? I promise, thi
ALISONI twisted my hand so that my fingers laced with his. "Are you sure you weren't lying about being the top of your class? That's some fancy word work there." "Lying . . .?" He squinted as if trying to figure out what I meant, and then his face cleared. "Oh, the hospital. Two lies and a truth. Yeah, I wish that wasn't a lie, but even my fancy word work didn't get me in the top ten percent. But I try to be the exception to the rule when it comes to dumb athletes." "You're definitely not dumb. I don't know many football players, but the two I have met-you and Jackson-tell me that the stereotype is a joke." "You'd be mostly right. I'm acquainted with a few idiots, but this career can be complicated. You can't be an idiot and survive." He waved the hand that wasn't holding tightly onto mine. "That's neither here nor there, and stop trying to divert me. You heard what I said a minute ago."I expelled a soft breath. "I did.""And are you afraid I'm right or worried about destroy
DEACON"Good morning, Noah. How're you feeling?" I gazed up at my surgeon, who looked far too chipper and awake for so early on a Tuesday morning. Then again, maybe alertness and optimism were traits one wanted in the guy who was about to cut into one's leg."Ready to get this over with," I answered him. "I traveled with the team this weekend to watch my teammates play against Atlanta. I made the trip just to sit on the sidelines and watch them lose when I knew I could've helped to change that outcome. I don't want to do that again." The doctor frowned. "You know I'm not making any promises about you playing again, Noah. No doctor in his right mind would. Let's get past this procedure, see how you heal . . . and then we'll talk." I rolled my eyes. "Please, doc, enough with the flowery words and apple pie promises. I'm not the kind of guy to drop trou when you bat your eyes and sweet talk me." "All evidence to the contrary." The doctor gestured to my hospital gown with a smirk
ALISON "When did I become this woman?" I sat in my office at my desk, staring down at my cell phone. My fingers were knotted together in my lap, and a bottle of antacids was open on the blotter because my idiot nerves had been souring my stomach. It had been five days since Noah's surgery. Five days and eight hours since my last text from him, the one that had read, They're making me give up my phone now, so I'll catch you on the flip side. Don't work too hard today. I'll just be lying around sleeping . . . talk to you in a few, beautiful.I hadn't responded because I'd figured he wouldn't see it until he was back in his hospital room. But that final text had come at seven-forty-five in the morning, and when I still hadn't heard anything by four that afternoon, I'd been mildly concerned. I hadn't been really worried, though, because I knew how hospitals worked. They might've taken his phone away and then surgery could've been delayed for hours. This wasn't emergent, and the OR m
ALISON The days all bled together until another week had passed, and then, slowly and painfully, another few days. I lived for the occasional text from Emma.No change. Running more tests.Docs are trying something today-fingers crossed.Off vent today-yay! His mom says he's breathing well on his own. Good news.When Noah had been unconscious for fourteen days, I decided I couldn't take it anymore. I left the office an hour early and drove to the hospital, my still-numb mind on autopilot. Once I was in the parking lot, I sat in my car and called Emma."Hey-am I catching you at a bad time?" "Eh-you know what it's like here." She sounded slightly harried. "If it's not one thing, it's five others. And that's on a slow day." "I vaguely remember." I tried to inject a little wry humor in my voice. "Have I mentioned that I don't miss that?" "Watch it, babe, there's talk that we're going to hire another full-time doc after the first of the year. I might be hitting you up to consid