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gratitude. It happens all the time,” she assured him. “We were both carried away by the excitement of the moment. That’s all.”
It happens all the time . My God, did she mean that? Did men maul her at every turn? Was that what she had to put up with? The thought of Faith fending off the advances of every grateful male she’d aided made Nathan’s vision blur with anger. And most of it was directed dead center at himself.
“As I said, I’m sorry, Faith. At least accept my apology.”
~ ~ ~
Faith looked at Nathan’s angered eyes, passionate, stormy and so dark they were nearly black.
She opened her mouth to speak, but at his grim expression, she simply nodded.
“You should eat,” she said, turning to the table.
“No.”
She looked over her shoulder. He’d held up his hand to halt her progress. Now he brought it to his side, curling his fingers into the beginnings of a fist.
“You probably need to get home,” he said.
It was exactly what she wanted to do. The memory of how she’d totally lost control in Nathan’s arms only seconds ago, of how she’d practically been clinging to him, moving against him, filled her with shame. She wanted to run.
Faith took a deep breath.
“I’m not leaving until we’re done with your session,” she told him. “You’ve made progress, but there’s still a lot of work ahead. You’re a surgeon, and your fine motor skills have to be perfect. So, let’s go.”
He didn’t argue, or even speak. He worked and he worked hard, but Faith had all she could do just to sit in the chair and make it through until it was time to go home.
When she finally made it to the door, Nathan was there before her, clutching the knob, swirling his thumb over the bright brass.
She almost managed a smile.
Beside her, Nathan blew out a long breath of air.
“Faith?”
“I’ll be back tomorrow. And Nathan, please don’t dwell on—on the kiss. Like I said, these things happen. It’ll be best if we both forget it.”
These things happen. These things happen . The words whirled and danced through her brain all the way home. It’s gratitude. These things happen .
The only problem was that these things didn’t happen. Not to her.
She’d let the moment get away from her at a time when Nathan was vulnerable, able to use his hands in new ways for the first time since the accident. He’d been swept away, and it was natural for his reaction to be a bit over the top. But she was the therapist. She was supposed to control the situation.
“Gratitude,” she said with a moan. She couldn’t believe how she’d thrown that word up to him, as though it would save her from the naked truth.
For the truth was that gratitude and such infatuations were not all that uncommon in therapist-patient relationships. But there was one sticking point here. The gratitude and infatuation was supposed to be on the part of the patient, not the therapist.
She had been right from the start. Nathan Murphy was dangerous.
The man had kissed her! Worse, she had kissed him back. Passionately.
It would be an absolute miracle if she got any sleep at all tonight.
Hours later, as she lay wide-eyed and restless, silently waiting for the dawn to deliver her from her misery, Faith heard her son’s first weak cry. She rose and went to him, but by morning it was clear. Cory was sick, dreadfully sick with the flu.
Faith was going to have to find someone to take her place with her patients today. Wearily she picked up the phone and began to dial.
Chapter Four
The sound of Faith’s voice when he answered the phone sent a frisson of heat coursing through Nathan’s body. Unwelcome heat. He’d been trying not to think of her all day. Above all, he didn’t want to remember how soft she’d been pressed to the hard length of him or to wonder if she was working with other “grateful” patients today. She’d told him it was best to forget what had happened, and she was right. That’s why he’d
It happens all the time . My God, did she mean that? Did men maul her at every turn? Was that what she had to put up with? The thought of Faith fending off the advances of every grateful male she’d aided made Nathan’s vision blur with anger. And most of it was directed dead center at himself.
“As I said, I’m sorry, Faith. At least accept my apology.”
~ ~ ~
Faith looked at Nathan’s angered eyes, passionate, stormy and so dark they were nearly black.
She opened her mouth to speak, but at his grim expression, she simply nodded.
“You should eat,” she said, turning to the table.
“No.”
She looked over her shoulder. He’d held up his hand to halt her progress. Now he brought it to his side, curling his fingers into the beginnings of a fist.
“You probably need to get home,” he said.
It was exactly what she wanted to do. The memory of how she’d totally lost control in Nathan’s arms only seconds ago, of how she’d practically been clinging to him, moving against him, filled her with shame. She wanted to run.
Faith took a deep breath.
“I’m not leaving until we’re done with your session,” she told him. “You’ve made progress, but there’s still a lot of work ahead. You’re a surgeon, and your fine motor skills have to be perfect. So, let’s go.”
He didn’t argue, or even speak. He worked and he worked hard, but Faith had all she could do just to sit in the chair and make it through until it was time to go home.
When she finally made it to the door, Nathan was there before her, clutching the knob, swirling his thumb over the bright brass.
She almost managed a smile.
Beside her, Nathan blew out a long breath of air.
“Faith?”
“I’ll be back tomorrow. And Nathan, please don’t dwell on—on the kiss. Like I said, these things happen. It’ll be best if we both forget it.”
These things happen. These things happen . The words whirled and danced through her brain all the way home. It’s gratitude. These things happen .
The only problem was that these things didn’t happen. Not to her.
She’d let the moment get away from her at a time when Nathan was vulnerable, able to use his hands in new ways for the first time since the accident. He’d been swept away, and it was natural for his reaction to be a bit over the top. But she was the therapist. She was supposed to control the situation.
“Gratitude,” she said with a moan. She couldn’t believe how she’d thrown that word up to him, as though it would save her from the naked truth.
For the truth was that gratitude and such infatuations were not all that uncommon in therapist-patient relationships. But there was one sticking point here. The gratitude and infatuation was supposed to be on the part of the patient, not the therapist.
She had been right from the start. Nathan Murphy was dangerous.
The man had kissed her! Worse, she had kissed him back. Passionately.
It would be an absolute miracle if she got any sleep at all tonight.
Hours later, as she lay wide-eyed and restless, silently waiting for the dawn to deliver her from her misery, Faith heard her son’s first weak cry. She rose and went to him, but by morning it was clear. Cory was sick, dreadfully sick with the flu.
Faith was going to have to find someone to take her place with her patients today. Wearily she picked up the phone and began to dial.
Chapter Four
The sound of Faith’s voice when he answered the phone sent a frisson of heat coursing through Nathan’s body. Unwelcome heat. He’d been trying not to think of her all day. Above all, he didn’t want to remember how soft she’d been pressed to the hard length of him or to wonder if she was working with other “grateful” patients today. She’d told him it was best to forget what had happened, and she was right. That’s why he’d
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