Chapters (45)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Contents
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
“That’s it?”
She shrugged. “We napped afterward. The dog was tired.”
Not good enough, and he doubted it was the dog that was tired. She was surely still sore from the assault and accident. “Tomorrow, I’d like to take you out to dinner.”
“You mean like a date?” Surprise lifted her voice.
“Yeah. Exactly like a date.”
Indecision crossed her face.
“It’s just dinner, Hannah. No big deal.”
“Feels like a big deal,” she said.
“We’ll keep it casual.” But it did, indeed, feel like a real BFD. When was the last time he was this nervous about asking a woman out? Dating seemed like a lot of effort, and he rarely connected with anyone. Until Hannah.
“I don’t know, Brody. I’m only in town for another week. Then I’m off to London for who knows how long. I’m not looking for anything permanent.”
“I’m aware of that.” Too aware. “Just dinner. Say yes. Take a risk. Unless you’re afraid,” he dared.
Her chin lifted, a spark of challenge brightening her eyes. “You’re on. But no funny stuff. Just dinner.”
“Deal.”
“It’ll have to be late, though. I have a follow-up with a neurologist tomorrow.” An irritated frown tugged at her mouth.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Feel all right?”
“Yes. I’m still a little achy, and my ear isn’t a hundred percent, but otherwise, I feel fine.” She sighed. “I only made the appointment because my boss won’t let me come back to work without official clearance.”
Good for him. “So if you pass, you can get back sooner?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Then why don’t you want to go?”
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to go.”
He said, “You looked irritated.”
But not as irritated as she looked now. Unfortunately—and perversely—he found the annoyed purse of her lips sexy.
She folded her arms across her waist. “Commuting to New York for a doctor’s appointment is inconvenient.”
“You couldn’t find a doctor closer?”
“My boss is picky. He insisted I see this particular doctor, which is ridiculous and unnecessary.”
Brody almost called bullshit and was instantly thankful that she had a boss who was concerned enough to look out for her. “Why don’t I take you? Three hours is a long drive if you’re not a hundred percent.”
“Not necessary. I wasn’t planning on driving. I can take the train into the city.”
“I didn’t say it was necessary. I’ll take you to New York. We can have dinner afterward.”
“Don’t you have to work?”