His thick brows drew together in a frown. “How do you know what I was going to say?”
“I just know,” she replied. “You’re sorry you kissed me. You didn’t really mean it. These things happen. And you hope that it doesn’t change our friendship. Right?”
He stared at her with a narrowed gaze. “Wrong,” he said firmly. “I’m not the least bit sorry I kissed you. Surprised, maybe, and hoping you don’t think I was trying to take advantage of you. But definitely not sorry.”
“You’re not?”
“Heaven knows, I didn’t mean for it to happen like that, but it’s probably just as well. It makes the next thing I want to say easier.”
She was confused again. Had she missed something? “The next thing? Which is…?”
“Which is,” he said slowly, drawing the word out in his deep, low voice, “that I’ve figured out what you should do.”
He walked slowly toward her, and Maura felt her heartbeat quicken at the strange, unsettling light in his eye. Inner warning bells sounded. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she felt something was about to happen to her.
Something momentous and totally unexpected.
He was standing right in front of her now, his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest. She had to tilt her head back to look up at him. Her mouth felt dry as she started to speak.
“And what do you think that is?” she asked in a halting tone.
“Simple.” His low, commanding tone gave her chills. “Marry me.”
“Marry you?” Maura wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly. She couldn’t believe he was proposing to her.
“That’s what I said. I’m asking you to marry me,” he repeated patiently, holding her wide-eyed gaze.
“But how can I marry you?” She knew the question sounded silly as soon as she spoke the words, but she was too stunned to edit her reaction. “I mean, our relationship…we’re just friends. I can’t just marry you.”
She saw him blink, yet his expression showed no other reaction. She unconsciously bit her lip and looked away.
“A husband and wife should be friends,” he replied smoothly. “Don’t you think?”
“Of course I do. It’s just that there has to be something more to it.”
“Like love, you mean?” His deep voice held an uncharacteristically cynical note. “Let me tell you something, Maura. People get married every day thinking they’re totally, wildly, unbelievably in love. And more than half of them end up having rotten marriages.”
“Yes,” she said quietly. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m sure that’s true.”
He was referring to his own failed marriage, no doubt, and she was curious to hear more. Yet she could tell it was still a painful topic and she didn’t think it was the time to ask him about it.
“I know you think this sounds crazy,” he continued. “I thought the same, too, when I first had the idea. But I’ve had some time to think it through while you were dozing,” he gently teased her. “I know this could work. I feel it in my gut. I respect you. I care for you. We share the same values and understand the demands of the kind of work we both do. We both love children. And you even laugh at my bad jokes,” he added with a smile.
“Only because I don’t want to hurt your feelings. I know how thin-skinned doctors can be,” she returned with a grin.
He laughed, and she met his warm gaze.
He really was so handsome. Even more so than usual right now, with that persuasive, hopeful expression on his face. And she knew that he was a decent man. Kind, even noble. Intelligent and successful, as well.
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