around the restaurant with discerning eyes as they were led to their table in the back corner.
âSo this is where the theater crowd comes?â Jocelyn commented, sitting down while Donovan stood behind her and slid her chair forward.
He took the seat across from her. Behind him, a trellis of greenery closed him in; the gray stone wall provided enclosure. The waiter poured water for them and Donovan ordered wine.
âSo you never told me how you know Doris,âJocelyn said, making conversation after the waiter disappeared.
Donovanâs lips curved up in a slow-burning smile. âHave you been carrying that question around all afternoon and evening?â
âReally, I havenât given it a thought until now.â
He gave her an exaggerated, knowing nod that told her he was completely aware that she had been curious since theyâd left the shop, and was amused by it.
How was it possible a man could be so arrogantly sure of himself regarding her thoughts and feelings?
âIf you must know, Doris was a patient of mine,â he said.
Oh.
Jocelyn continued to gaze at him, realizing sheâd jumped to conclusions again, and deciding that tonight, she was going to at long last figure this man out, and prove or disprove every first and last mistaken impression she had of him. âI canât tell you more than that,â he continued, âbecause of doctor-patient confidentiality, only that I trust her good taste.â
âI see. I thoughtâ¦â
He was amused again; the playful tone in his voice revealed it. âI know what you thoughtâthat I take all my lovers there to dress them up to my liking, or impress them and buy favors.â
Jocelyn shook her head at herself and grinned apologetically. This was ridiculous. She had to get her act together.
âDonovan,â she said point-blank. âIf weâre going to have any kind of normal working relationship, itâs time I did some intelligence gathering.â
âIntelligence gathering? Jocelyn, youâre a riot. How about we just have a conversation, like two normal people out to dinner together, getting to know each other?â
She nervously cleared her throat. Where were her social skills when she needed them? She supposedâon top of her glamorous attire this eveningâshe wasnât used to clients taking her out to quiet, romantic restaurants for dinner. Usually, she, in her flat brown shoes and starchy white shirt, sat at a nearby table alone while her clients had dinner with other people.
But apparently, Donovan wanted this to be like a date, and she had no idea how to behave with a rich, handsome doctor who knew which fork to use and how to order the wine.
Add to that the complexity of her trying to behave professionally and not be charmingâas if she would know howâfor she didnât want this to be too enjoyable for either one of them. That could lead to dangerous places.
âAll right,â she said nonetheless. âLetâs get to know each other. How about we start with the messages on your answering machine? How is it possible that you could be seeing seven women at the same time? Do they know about each other?â
She made sure she kept her tone light and friendly, so she wouldnât come off sounding like a jealous, judgmental shrew.
He leaned back in his chair. âIâm not really seeing any of them. Weâre all mostly just friends.â
âMostly.â
He wet his lips. âIâm thirty-four years old, Jocelyn. Iâm not a monk.â
If this wasnât such a high-class joint and she wasnât wearing these strappy heels, she would have crawled under the table and cringed, and stayed there until after dessert was served. âOf course, I didnât mean to implyâ¦â
âItâs okay. Thatâs what weâre doing tonight, isnât it? Cutting to the chase? While weâre on the topic of those women, I
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