Page 40 of When You Blush

“Thanks.”

Before the word is out of my mouth, Blake walks out from the back, and my chest pings at the sight of him.

He looks tired. But he also looks handsome as hell in those green scrubs and white jacket.

“Good morning,” I say with a grin. “I won’t keep you. I just brought you breakfast.”

He blinks at the stuff in my hands, then looks in my eyes. “Good morning,” he finally says.

“It’s just a breakfast burrito that I made. Xander says they’re good. Oh, he got home last night. And Millie knew your coffee order.”

He’s just looking at me as if I’m a mirage that will disappear at any second.

“If this is weird, I apologize. You don’t have to consume any of it.”

I start to back away, but then he grabs my arm and pulls me down a hallway and into an empty exam room. He closes the door, then takes the bag and cup from me and sets them aside. Then he’s kissing the ever-lovingfuckout of me, and I immediately melt into him with a little moan.

His hands frame my face, and his lips are demanding, but then he lightens the kiss, brushing his mouth over mine and giving me tingles. Finally, he bites my lower lip and pulls away.

“Jesus, you’re a sight for sore eyes.”

“Are you okay?” I frown up at him and rub my hand over his sternum. “Was it that bad last night?”

“It was fucking torture leaving you in that goddamn bar,” he growls, shaking his head. “It was hell, and I promise it’ll never happen again.”

“You can’t promise that.” I smile up at him. “And it’s okay. Do I look angry?”

“No, but you should be.”

“No, I’d be an asshole if I was pissed at you, Blake. I didn’t think you probably ate much this morning, although I could be wrong. So I brought you food.”

He pulls me against him and hugs me. Just hugs me and kisses the top of my head. Even that makes me shiver.

Because right now, I’m pressed up against a very firm, very muscular, hot-as-hell Blake, and I know what’s beneath these scrubs.

Heat pools in my core, and I clear my throat.

“I’d better let you get to work.”

“Tonight,” he says by my ear. “I want to see youtonight, and I’m going to make up for the colossal dumpster fire of last night.”

“It wasn’tcolossal,” I say, smiling against his chest. “It was a little trash fire. Like a small bathroom-sized trash can. Nothing catastrophic.”

He huffs out a laugh and tips my chin up. “Tell me I can see you tonight.”

“You can see me tonight.”

He kisses my nose, then my lips again. I open for him, and his tongue sweeps over mine, making my thighs clench.

“Hold that thought for later.” I reach back for the door handle.

“Harper,” he says, and I turn back to him. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” I smile, then walk out of the room and out of the clinic.

Here’s hoping our second attempt at a date doesn’t require a fire extinguisher.

Chapter Eleven