Flirting with the Society Doctor

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respiratory centers of her brain literally shut down and left her woozy.
    â€œSure you will, and you’ll have fun. I promise.”
    Looking into his twinkling eyes, Faith believed him. Being his girl, even for a weekend, would be fun. Only then she’d have to pay the piper the price for that fun. And, dear Lord, could she please have some oxygen in her lungs please?
    â€œDon’t look now, but we’re being watched.”
    She started turning toward the house, but Vale’s forehead lowered to rest against hers, and, grinning, he said, “My mother and aunt are standing at the window and I told you not to look.”
    â€œYes, but if this isn’t a working weekend, you’re not my boss, are you?” she bit out, trying not to gasp for air.
    He started to speak, but she rushed on.
    â€œI’m not doing anything I don’t want to do and you can’t make me because I don’t have to do as you say. Not away from work. And when I don’t do as Your Highness commands, you’re not going to say a word to this lady who has her own mind and isn’t afraid to use it.” She pulled away from him, shut her car door herself,then smiled as pretty as you please, only feeling slightly dizzy in the process, especially when he immediately recaptured her in his arms. “Because you’re a gentlemen when it comes to the ladies, remember?”

    V ALE conceded that Faith had made a great point, wondering why he was suddenly as nervous as he’d been during his first stint in the operating room, wondering why he cared so much what Faith thought of his family, why it felt so right to have her in his arms when nothing could be further than the truth.
    His gaze lowered to her all-too-kissable lips. “I’m always the boss, Faith. Always.”
    Eyes wide, she swallowed. “Your family is originally from Philadelphia, aren’t they?”
    So she wanted to change the subject? He’d let her, but he wasn’t letting her go, even if she was squirming against him, trying to free herself. Actually, he should let her go because she was squirming against him and he was rapidly getting turned on. Talking about his family should cure that.
    â€œYes, Philadelphia is their home base, but we spend more time together here.” With his arms still wrapped around her waist, he glanced toward the house his mother had thought they’d needed a few years back. He missed the more traditional beach house she’d had torn down to make room for its too-modern, too-big replacement. She hadn’t been able to bear the original beach house after his father had died, though, and Valehad never contradicted her claims that they’d needed more room.
    â€œThese days,” he continued, “it’s rare for the entire family to be together, though. Holidays and special occasions. That’s about it.”
    â€œYou worked through last Christmas,” she reminded him, no longer struggling to free herself and staring at him with her amazing eyes. He’d swear he could look into her eyes for hours on end without getting bored. Not with the ever-changing gold flecks and the deep rings around her green irises.
    â€œI flew to Philly for Christmas morning and spent the day with my family.” He pressed his palms into her low back, relishing how she molded to him, how his gut tightened with the desire to feel her naked beneath him.
    â€œYou were back home that night, working,” she gulped, staring at him as if she could read his mind and wasn’t sure what to think of this change in him. Hell, he didn’t know what to think of these new reactions to her either.
    â€œHow do you know I came back that night?”
    She rolled her eyes. “Because, no thought whatsoever to my holiday, you called, wanting me to assist on the Parkinson’s article you were writing.”
    Ah, now he remembered. He’d been alone, digging through medical

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