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shook her head to clear it, then told him, "Just go sit on the couch and I'll be right back." Seeing his naked muscled chest was making her sweat, literally, so she turned toward the door and grabbed the knob.
He obviously had a problem following direction, because she felt him walk up behind her. "It's dark out there, be careful," he drawled near her ear, then leaned forward over her shoulder and grabbed the edge of the door. "I'll stand here at the door and watch."
The space between their bodies sizzled with a crackling energy, like static electricity from clothes fresh out of the dryer. It danced over her skin and made her hair stand on end. Jenny slid sideways and squeezed through the door and he opened it wider to stand in the doorway.
Her intention had been to send him on his way tonight, but since he got hurt again, it looked like he'd be staying at her apartment. There was no way she was going to let him drive after taking the pain medication, and she knew he had to be hurting. Driving four hours to Amarillo tonight was out of the question in his condition. It had been stupid of him to stay in Henrietta instead of going home with his family in the first place.
And it was all Terri's fault he was on her doorstep. Her friend was going to hear about it too.
Taking long strides, Jenny made her way across the darkened parking lot and scanned the row of cars, until she found the Cadillac. Her gaze flitted over the license plate and she smiled. One day she'd have a man care enough about her to nickname her something cute like that. It sounded like Chase's mom and dad, although really an odd couple, loved each other. Her family wasn't close like that. Her mom and dad's nicknames for each other couldn't be repeated in polite company.
With a push of a button on the key fob, the door unlocked and she opened the door and grabbed the white bag off the front seat of the luxurious car, then shut the door and hit the button again. Halfway back across the parking lot, she looked up and saw Chase Rhodes backlit in her doorway, staring down at her, smiling as he watch ed her walk toward the stairs. She held up the bag and wiggled it then smiled back before she took the steps two at a time.
He opened the door wide for her when she got to the landing and she brushed past him, then turned and put a hand on her hip. "I thought I told you to go sit down. I'll get you some water," she told him then walked to the kitchen.
"And I told you I was gonna watch to make sure you got there and back okay. If you haven't noticed, Doc...this isn't the best neighborhood," he said and the statement made both touched and pissed her off a little. Who was he to judge where she lived? He lived with his fricking parents!
"It's what I can afford right now, and it's just fine for me. The neighborhood isn't that bad, and I can walk to work," she told him defensively as she filled a glass.
"You're a doctor, can't you afford better?" he asked curiously.
"I'm a doctor because I racked up a ton of student loans. My parents aren't rich, and couldn't help me," she told him as she walked back into the living room. She saw he had closed the front door and locked the deadbolt, before he went and sat on the sofa.
Even without voicing his negative opinion overtly, it was obvious he thought she lived in the slums or something the way he acted. He might have been born with a silver spoon, but she certainly had not. This neighborhood was a helluva lot nicer than the one she'd grown up in. She shoved the glass of water at him then tore open the pharmacy bag and doled out the prescribed dosage of each medicine.
"Did you finish your pizza?" she asked as she handed the pills to him.
He looked a little agitated, but a wry smile kicked up his lips. "Yes, mom."
"I'm sorry for being bossy, but if you don't eat before you take this antibiotic, you're gonna be sorry."
"Which one is the pain pill?" he asked
He obviously had a problem following direction, because she felt him walk up behind her. "It's dark out there, be careful," he drawled near her ear, then leaned forward over her shoulder and grabbed the edge of the door. "I'll stand here at the door and watch."
The space between their bodies sizzled with a crackling energy, like static electricity from clothes fresh out of the dryer. It danced over her skin and made her hair stand on end. Jenny slid sideways and squeezed through the door and he opened it wider to stand in the doorway.
Her intention had been to send him on his way tonight, but since he got hurt again, it looked like he'd be staying at her apartment. There was no way she was going to let him drive after taking the pain medication, and she knew he had to be hurting. Driving four hours to Amarillo tonight was out of the question in his condition. It had been stupid of him to stay in Henrietta instead of going home with his family in the first place.
And it was all Terri's fault he was on her doorstep. Her friend was going to hear about it too.
Taking long strides, Jenny made her way across the darkened parking lot and scanned the row of cars, until she found the Cadillac. Her gaze flitted over the license plate and she smiled. One day she'd have a man care enough about her to nickname her something cute like that. It sounded like Chase's mom and dad, although really an odd couple, loved each other. Her family wasn't close like that. Her mom and dad's nicknames for each other couldn't be repeated in polite company.
With a push of a button on the key fob, the door unlocked and she opened the door and grabbed the white bag off the front seat of the luxurious car, then shut the door and hit the button again. Halfway back across the parking lot, she looked up and saw Chase Rhodes backlit in her doorway, staring down at her, smiling as he watch ed her walk toward the stairs. She held up the bag and wiggled it then smiled back before she took the steps two at a time.
He opened the door wide for her when she got to the landing and she brushed past him, then turned and put a hand on her hip. "I thought I told you to go sit down. I'll get you some water," she told him then walked to the kitchen.
"And I told you I was gonna watch to make sure you got there and back okay. If you haven't noticed, Doc...this isn't the best neighborhood," he said and the statement made both touched and pissed her off a little. Who was he to judge where she lived? He lived with his fricking parents!
"It's what I can afford right now, and it's just fine for me. The neighborhood isn't that bad, and I can walk to work," she told him defensively as she filled a glass.
"You're a doctor, can't you afford better?" he asked curiously.
"I'm a doctor because I racked up a ton of student loans. My parents aren't rich, and couldn't help me," she told him as she walked back into the living room. She saw he had closed the front door and locked the deadbolt, before he went and sat on the sofa.
Even without voicing his negative opinion overtly, it was obvious he thought she lived in the slums or something the way he acted. He might have been born with a silver spoon, but she certainly had not. This neighborhood was a helluva lot nicer than the one she'd grown up in. She shoved the glass of water at him then tore open the pharmacy bag and doled out the prescribed dosage of each medicine.
"Did you finish your pizza?" she asked as she handed the pills to him.
He looked a little agitated, but a wry smile kicked up his lips. "Yes, mom."
"I'm sorry for being bossy, but if you don't eat before you take this antibiotic, you're gonna be sorry."
"Which one is the pain pill?" he asked
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