A Doctor's Secret. Marie Ferrarella

how’s your head?”

      She looked even better without her lab coat. And probably excellent with less on than that. Jesse squelched the thought.

      “It hurts,” he admitted.

      “That’s what the prescription for the painkillers is for,” she reminded him. Had he forgotten to get it filled?

      But Jesse slowly shook his head, the way someone would if they were afraid their head would fall off. “I’d rather not take them if I can help it.”

      Oh, another one of those, she thought. “Macho, huh? I have a father like that. Do yourself a favor, take the pills.” She second-guessed his reasons for doing without. “A few doses aren’t going to make you slavishly dependent on them.”

      His best friend in high school had succumbed to addiction. And then just succumbed. Life was long and he intended to enjoy it. Unencumbered. But he had no desire to get into that now. So Jesse merely shrugged it off.

      “I know, but it’s really not that bad,” he told her. Realizing that he was still standing in the doorway, he opened it a little wider and stepped back. “Can you come in for a minute?”

      It was Tania’s turn to shake her head. For all intents and purposes, he seemed nice. But no one knew where she’d gone and there was no way she was about to walk into his domain.

      Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly.

      Jesse Steele didn’t come across like a spider, but then, neither had Jeff. There was absolutely no way she was ever going to be anyone’s fly again, anyone’s victim. Everything was always going to be on her terms, or not at all.

      “I can’t,” she answered. “I need to get home,” she added. “I just thought you might miss your watch and I wanted to drop it off.”

      He seemed disappointed, but didn’t push. “I would like to pay you back for going out of your way,” he told her. “Dinner?”

      “Not tonight,” she began.

      He’d already assumed that. “Tomorrow?” he queried, then asked, “The day after?” when she didn’t answer.

      Despite her efforts to the contrary, she was amused. “If I say no, are you going to keep going?”

      He nodded, crossing his arms before him. “Pretty much.”

      “What if I have a jealous husband?” she asked with a straight face. Did a little thing like marriage make a difference to him? Or was he accustomed to getting his way whenever he wanted something?

      She saw him looking at her left hand, then raise his eyes again. “Do you?”

      It was the perfect excuse, the perfect out. All she had to do was say yes and walk away. Something inside of her played devil’s advocate and kept her from cloaking herself in the lie.

      It was almost as if she was daring herself, seeing how far she would go. To see how far she would inch along the plank before it would bend beneath her weight, threatening to make her fall into the water. It was her usual modus operandi. She’d always scramble back to safety, but it seemed that each time she pushed herself a little harder, a little further.

      Someday, she was going to hit that water.

      No, she wasn’t, she thought with confidence just before she answered his question.

      “No, I don’t.”

      “Good, then I’ll just keep going.” He thought a moment. “I think I was up to Thursday. Thursday night?” he asked.

      She tried not to laugh. “I—”

      Jesse just kept going. “Friday, then. Or Saturday. Saturday work for you?”

      She gave up and laughed, shaking her head. “Okay, okay, dinner. Wednesday evening. You pick the place, I’ll meet you there.”

      “I could pick you up,” he offered.

      “You could meet me there,” she countered.

      He looked at her for a long moment. “Are you sure there’s no husband?”

      “Just two nosy sisters.”

      He was an only child who had grown up longing for siblings. “You have two sisters?”

      “Four, actually,” she corrected. “Three older, one younger.” And then she added with the same touch of pride that everyone in her family felt, especially her parents. “All doctors at Patience Memorial.”

      Now that was unusual, he thought, not to mention impressive. “Sounds like a really nice family.”

      Had he planned it, he couldn’t have said anything better to her. Her family was everything to her. “It is. So, which restaurant?” He gave her the name of one and she nodded. “Expensive. Dinner there will probably cost more than that watch did when it was new.”

      “Some things,” he told her, “you can’t put a price on.”

      It was the sincerity in his voice that finally won her over. Part of Tania still felt that she might be making a mistake, since she really knew nothing about him except what he’d told her, but then, a man who comes to the aid of a stranger couldn’t be all bad.

      Right?