But instead of shouting, he did the one thing no one would expect, not even him.
He wept.
CHAPTER 5
“These have to be the most pansy-ass pajamas I’ve ever seen. What am I supposed to do with them?”
Anne couldn’t help but laugh over Jack’s reaction, any more than she’d been able to resist purchasing the pj’s earlier that day. “How about wearing them?”
“I don’t wear pajamas to bed.”
That was news to Anne, considering she had no idea what he wore to bed. She hadn’t been near his bed. In fact, after four dates, the man hadn’t even kissed her yet. She was beginning to feel a bit like only his pal, or a pariah.
She yanked the top from his grasp and held it up. “Just look at all the little blue stethoscopes. They’re adorable. Who wouldn’t want to wear them?”
“Me. I don’t do adorable.”
“That’s rich, Jack. I’ve seen your hula-girl surgical cap.”
“That’s not adorable. That’s a conversation piece.”
She feigned a dejected look. “You won’t make an exception for me? I mean, I went to all this trouble to celebrate Groundhog Day….”
“Since when does Groundhog Day warrant a celebration?”
Since she’d begun to search for any excuse to see him. “That’s not the point. The point is I brought you to the batting cage, bought your dinner—”
“Yeah. A great couple of tacos.”
She patted his leg. “It’s the thought that counts.”
He moved closer to her on the bench and draped his arm around her shoulder. “Tell you what. We’ll go back to my place, I’ll model the pajamas for you, and then I’ll take them off and you’ll tell me what you prefer.”
She leaned away and pointed a finger at him. “Aha! There’s the Jack Morgan I’ve heard about in the hospital halls. The charming sex machine who’s reportedly bedded half the staff.”
“Don’t believe everything you hear, Annie. When would I have had time to bed half the staff?”
“During your coffee break or in the on-call rooms?”
“I only have five-minute coffee breaks and I use the on-call rooms for sleeping.”
“Why should I believe you?”
“Because you’re the only woman I’ve been with, or cared to be with, in months.”
“But not in a sexual sense.” She hated the insecurity in her voice. Hated even more that she’d posed such a leading question.
“If you’re asking whether I want to make love to you, the answer is yes. I think about it all the time.”
So did she. “You haven’t even kissed me yet.”
“Do you want me to kiss you now, right here in front of all these Little Leaguers?”
She did. With all her heart, she did. “Not if it’s going to embarrass you. And not if you don’t care to, of course.”
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