Meu Deus do céu.
He glanced at the electronic file in his hand. Room 206. And the placard on the wall beside him read...204. Damn. Wrong room.
Slowly backing away, he was just getting ready to close the door when the figure straightened and then whirled around with a couple of hopped steps until she’d moved far enough to look at him. Her face turned the color of that lacy undergarment. “Adam! What are you trying to do? Give me a heart attack?”
Him? Give her a heart attack? He didn’t think so.
“You are very lucky it wasn’t Sebastian who opened this door.”
“I thought I locked it.”
One leg was still half-buried in the leg of the jeans, while the other impossibly long limb was completely bare. And sexy.
And...hell, no!
Where was the pale, skinny little girl he’d practically grown up with? Not here, that was for sure.
The woman standing before him was all feminine curves and dark-lashed eyes. And...
Off limits.
Completely off limits. His comment about Sebastian wasn’t totally misguided, because if someone happened to come into this room and see them, both he and Natália would have a whole lot of explaining to do. Besides being his best friend, Sebastian Texeira was pretty damn protective of his little sister. With good reason.
“Well, you didn’t lock it.” Realizing the door was still open, he swung it closed, shutting off the view to anyone else who might happen by. It took more strength than he expected, but he somehow managed to pivot to face the door. “You might want to finish what you started.”
Except what she’d started was a small fire in the pit of his stomach that was growing bigger by the second. And higher.
Shuffling sounds behind him told Adam that she was taking him at his word. “Thank you for at least turning around.”
“There is a staff dressing room, you know.”
There was a pause. Then her voice came from behind him. “I was in a hurry. And the floor was practically empty.”
Speaking of empty, he was supposed to be seeing a patient right now. “Anyone could have walked in on you, Nata.”
Why had he never realized that the shortened version of Natália meant “cream” in Portuguese? And hell if it didn’t fit her perfectly right now. A thought that made him brace his hand against the doorjamb.
“Good thing it was you, then.”
If she could read his thoughts, she might not be so blasé about saying that. Because while she might view him as an annoying big brother, kind of like she saw Sebastian, Adam wasn’t feeling very brotherly right now. Instead, his reaction was something quite...different.
He gritted his teeth. “Are you done yet?”
“Almost.”
He tried not to let his brain wander down any more side roads.
This was Natália, Sebastian’s baby sister, damn it! But his mind just would not let go of the picture of Nata standing there in a pair of tiny skivvies and a matching bra that barely held her curves at bay. Well, they were even then, because Adam was barely holding some things at bay himself.
He waited a second or two longer, and then she murmured, “It’s safe.”
It wasn’t. Not by a long shot. But that didn’t stop him from turning around to face her once again. This time she was fully dressed, her close-fitting jeans topped with a dark green tunic that she’d belted around her waist. Her sleeves came down past her elbows, a habit she’d adopted in her teenage years and still preferred, even on the hottest days of summer. Her hair was a dark disarray of curls that bounced past her shoulders, and he knew from memory that they slid all the way down to the slope of her lower back. She’d always kept those dark locks long.
And he’d never thought of that as sexy before. Until now.
He was in trouble.
“Is Sebastian here?”
Natália glanced around, eyes wide in what had to be fake fear. “I don’t know. Did he come sneaking in too?”
“I didn’t come sneaking. And you know what I mean.”
“No. I really don’t.” She slung a purple bag over her shoulder, the silver chain matching the color of the belt links. “But I never knew you were the peeping Tom type.”
“I’m not.” He scowled to cover the fact that he’d done exactly that for the first five seconds after entering the room.
No, you tried to leave as soon as you realized what was happening.
And if Natália had been doing something other than changing? This time it was his face that was growing hot. Not in embarrassment, but in anger. He’d never even seen her hanging out with a man, much less caught her in the act of getting it on with one.
Why would he even care?
Because Sebastian wouldn’t approve.
And you, Adam? Would you approve?
Hell and double no. He and his friend had always tag-team protected Nata.
“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have a date.”
A date? Adam swallowed. Was that why she had on those sexy undergarments? Because she had always seemed the type to lean more toward utilitarian selections when it came to clothes. Or was he just remembering Nata as a kid and forgetting that she was now a grown woman?
She had a date.
Well, good for her. Adam might not have found happiness at the altar of so-called love and matrimony, but that didn’t mean that someone else couldn’t find a partner who would honor their vows.
Or at least not cheat on him with someone from the same hospital.
Priscilla had remarried almost before the ink had dried on the divorce decree.
Bile washed into his gut. If someone tried to do that to Natália after everything she’d been through, he would put a fist down their throat.
“Adam?”
His gaze jerked to her face to note that her head was tilted and she was staring at him as if he’d grown horns. “Sorry, did you say something?”
“I was asking if you were going to keep blocking that door.” She tugged her left sleeve down just a little bit lower. He’d always hated it when she did that.
Despite her veiled request, he didn’t move right away. And he almost didn’t move at all. He wanted to know where she was going in all that pink lace. “So you have a date, do you? Does Sebastian know?”
“Yep and no. My plans for tonight are none of my brother’s business.” The smile she threw him was one he recognized all too well. Full of mischief and laughter, it said she wasn’t about to tell him what he wanted to know. Instead she arched her brows in a very feminine move that Adam would have never pictured her doing. Before panty-gate, anyway.
Panty-gate? Oh, brother. He rolled his eyes and stepped to the side, gripping the door handle and pulling the door open in one swift move designed to let her out so that he could finish his day and see his last patient. And try not to think about what else he had seen or what Natália was going to do that she didn’t want her brother to know about. In the meantime, he was going to mind his own business and forget—or at least try to forget—that this unfortunate encounter had ever happened.
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Natália Texeira swished down the hallway, trying