Indecent. Tori Carrington

in the hell had that come from?

      Will jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. “It’s just that I was thinking about how those two were just your type—well, if they went in for that sort of thing, anyway—when I remembered that girl, that redhead that got fired from the bar.”

      Colin looked away.

      “All this, your distracted state, it is about her, isn’t it?”

      Colin cleared his throat. “Are we going to catch a shower and get going to that lunch at the club or not?”

      Will slowly ascended the stairs to stand next to him. “Oh my God. I’m right, aren’t I? You’re preoccupied with thoughts of banging a patient. An out-and-out whacko.”

      “She’s no longer my patient. And she’s not a whacko.”

      “Oh? Cured that fast, hey?”

      Colin stared at him, then at what Will was staring at. Namely, the fist Colin had raised.

      Colin blinked. He’d never been a scrapper. Had never even gotten into a fistfight. Not in elementary school. Not in junior high. Never.

      So what did it mean that he had a fist raised against his best friend?

      “Whoa. This is worse than even I feared,” Will said quietly as Colin regained control of his hands and his thoughts. “I have some advice for you, mate,” Will said as he unlocked his condo door then led the way inside.

      Colin tensed at the blast of cold air that hit him. He hadn’t turned on the air conditioner in his own apartment, although they’d had it on at the office for a few weeks now.

      “And that is?”

      Will put his tennis gear away in the hall closet then turned to grin at him. “Come out with me tonight. I bet Janet’s friend will be able to make you forget what’s-her-name.”

      That’s what he thought.

      “Or else…”

      Colin sat down on the white leather couch. Everything in Will’s place was either white or off-white. Well, there was no accounting for taste. He and Will didn’t share the same taste in furniture or women.

      “Or else what?” he prompted when Will didn’t immediately offer.

      “Or else screw the woman’s head off and get her the hell out of your system.”

      5

      “ANNETTE, could you please bring me Miss Clayborn’s contact information?”