What had she done? Jennifer bit the inside of her cheeks.
When she'd nodded yes to Garrett, she hadn't considered the consequences.
Like how she'd face him the next day.
He'd left much earlier than she'd wanted. He hadn't wanted to go, but said he'd had to. He'd probably had a patient at the hospital.
That left her the entire night to relive the hot coupling against the door, to relive the much slower yet no less intense love-making in her bedroom."You've barely said a word," her mother said. "You look tired. Didn't you sleep well?"
"Not particularly." Thoughts of Garrett haunted her. Not for the first time since her divorce, Jennifer had found sleeping alone a desolate prospect. Last night's loneliness had been different. Only one man could have eased the ache inside her. The man who'd awakened bits of her she hadn't known existed until he'd stroked every living cell within her to a heightened sexual frenzy.
Was that it?
The explanation for her mixture of happiness and anxiety? She couldn't have a relationship. How could she when no man would want her after he discovered what she'd done? That her sweet baby had died. That she'd never have more children. Never again would she put some innocent child in that position.
"Maybe you should set up an appointment with Dr. Wright."
Speaking of the devil.
A knock sounded on her mother's open door. Garrett walked in, looking wonderful in khaki slacks and a green polo that matched his eyes. A black stethoscope was draped around his neck.
"How are you feeling today, Bridget?" he asked, briefly smiling at his patient before making eye contact with Jennifer. His smile dug dimples into his cheeks, put a sparkle in his eyes. A sparkle that said he'd thought about her non-stop.
A thousand butterflies emerged from their cocoons at once and fluttered to life in her belly.
She'd had the hottest sex of her life with this man. Two times.
She wanted number three. Right now. On the floor. Against the wall. Whatever. She wanted Garrett with all her being.
Whatever qualms she'd battled paled next to the fire blazing through her veins. She burned. From the inside out.
"Good morning." Innocent enough words, but his confident look dripped with innuendo. He knew what she was thinking. He was thinking the same thing. Wanting the same thing.
Against the wall. On the floor. Whatever.
She whimpered, causing her mother's head to whip toward her.
"See," Bridget huffed. "You sound as if you're catching a cold. You should make an appointment. I'm sure Dr. Wright could make you feel better."
"I'm sure I could." Garrett's lips twitched as he examined her mother's leg. "Are you feeling poorly, Dr. Castillo?"
"No," Jennifer began, knowing Dr. Delicious really could make her feel better. Lots better. Actually, just seeing him accomplished that. She hadn't dreamed how much he'd wanted her or how good it had been between them. Garrett had been as affected by what they'd done as she had.
"Look at those shadows beneath her eyes," Bridget pointed out. "Apparently she didn't sleep a wink."
Bedevilment flickered in Garrett's eyes. "Jennifer?"
"I'm fine," she mouthed, glaring at her mother. Fine, except for her mother's delighted smile when Garrett called her Jennifer instead of Dr. Castillo.
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