He grinned, then caught himself and turned back to his work, giving her the shot. “I know what to say, Miss Baptiste.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
“Don’t eat strawberries.”
She giggled again, the sound rippling along his spine. The sensation was strange and exciting, one he’d never experienced before.
He glanced at her face. Her eyes were closed. “All done.” She peeked at him and he held up the empty syringe. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
She turned away and pulled out a chair. “Let’s just try not to make a habit of it, okay?” Plunking herself down, she waved toward his sandwich. “So eat, doc.”
After disposing of the syringe, he took the chair opposite hers and glanced at his food. “Wildebeest, huh?”
“Absolutely.” She placed her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her hands. “On whole wheat.”
Curious as to what the sandwich really contained, he lifted the top piece of bread off one wedge and was surprised to see a glob of cold spaghetti and meat sauce smashed between the slices. He looked at her in disbelief. “You made me a cold spaghetti sandwich?”
She nodded, her smile a little lopsided.
“How’s your headache?”
Pursing her lips, she scrunched up her face, seeming to consider his question with great care. After a long minute, she whispered, “Pretty cool.”
This time when he fought a smile, he lost. “That’s nice.” Miss Baptiste was having a rapid and strong reaction to the pain medication.
She reinstated her lopsided smile. “Say, doc?”
He put the bread back on top of the congealed spaghetti. “Yes?”
Her brows knit slightly. “Don’t worry.”
He leaned closer. She was whispering now, and he wasn’t sure he’d heard her right. “Don’t worry?”
“Uh-huh.”
“About what, Miss Baptiste?”
She canted toward him, placing the flats of both hands on the table. Her fingertips nearly touched the candles. “I won’t chase you around your office.”
“What?” Surely he hadn’t heard her right.
She lifted a finger to her lips and shushed him. “You’re very cute, Doc, but you’re not my type.”
He blinked and sat back. The fact that he wasn’t her type was certainly no news flash, but her bluntness startled him. Clearly she was feeling no pain. How ironic that her whispered vow was painful for him. Not that he’d wanted her to chase him around the office, but the idea of, well, a little mutual chasing had crept into his thoughts. “I—uh—appreciate your frankness.”
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