Emma muttered something under her breath that sounded almost like “I bet you will,” but when Lauren looked back at her, she’d moved on to Kiara. Lauren shrugged it off and entered the hallway.

Anticipation spread through her as she checked the board and went to the room he was in. She knocked on the door before entering, as she did every time she went to see a patient, and walked in.

Andrew was alone.

Lauren closed the door behind her and walked forward two steps, then stopped.

The expression on Andrew’s face was unlike anything she’d ever seen. His eyes trailed down her body and back up, slowly.

“What?”

Andrew shook his head as if to clear his vision. “You’re wearing scrubs.”

She fidgeted. “So?”

“I’ve never seen you in scrubs before.”

“I woke up late,” she said defensively, her eyebrows furrowing slightly when Andrew stood up. She loved how tall he was. “Someone kept me up late texting, and I didn’t have time to—”

“Let me stop you right there,” Andrew interrupted. “What I should have led with is how hot you look in scrubs.”

Lauren’s cheeks warmed. “Oh.” She backed up a step as he closed in on her. “Andrew, what are you doing?”

His hands came up to rest on her waist. He looked down at her. “I don’t know,” he said quietly. “I’m so glad it was you. I took a chance. I’ve missed you. How do you feel?”

“Great,” she whispered. She needed to stop this. Move away from him, away from his hands and his scent and his intense eyes. But it was hard to breathe now that his thumbs were sliding up and down along her hips. “Andrew…” she whispered. Her heart rate sped up and her breath joined the race. “I can’t…we can’t. I’m at work. If someone saw us like this…” Speaking the words aloud restored some of her willpower, and she gently slid his hands away from her body. The loss of the warmth of his fingers almost made her want to cry.

Andrew dropped his hands to his sides, then lifted one closed fist to his mouth. He shook his head slowly. “But…the scrubs…”

Lauren laughed a little. “What’s the deal? You have a fetish or something?”

Andrew swallowed. “I had it bad for Isabel Stephens.”

“From Grey’s Anatomy?”

“I binge-watched it a few summers ago. Couldn’t get over how hot she looked in those blue scrubs…with that drawstring that’s so easy to tug loose…and I don’t know how it’s possible, but you look ten times sexier than she ever did.” Andrew’s eyelids lowered slightly, and his free hand inched toward her waist.

“Andrew, you’re not taking my pants off!”