Once everything was on the table, they ate in silence. Brad complimented the food but didn’t seem to be in a hurry to start any kind of conversation. The silence eventually got to her. She cleared her throat. “How’s the hunt for a new nurse coming? Have you had any applicants?”
“I had several interviews today, as a matter of fact.”
“That’s great.”
So soon? Her heart plummeted, landing somewhere around her knees. She knew he was going to look for someone else. Knew she was due back at her old job in less than a week, but it wasn’t easy hearing how painless it would be to replace her.
Why wouldn’t it be? Travis had replaced her before she’d even officially left the marriage.
Besides, the sooner Brad got her out of the hospital and out of his hair, the sooner he could go back to his old, free-wheeling lifestyle. Who knew? Katrina might even stroll back into the picture as soon as the coast was clear.
She swallowed, trying to blot out the wave of self-pity that sloshed through her stomach. Chloe Jenkins: invisible and most certainly expendable.
Getting up from the table, she picked up her plate and headed for the safety of the kitchen, thanking the dinner gods that she’d finished eating because there was no way she’d be able to force down one more bite. The cheesecake in the refrigerator was going to have to wait.
She heard the scrape of Brad’s chair and tensed in front of the sink. He came in and laid his hands on her shoulders. “You okay?”
“Just fine. There’s cheesecake in the fridge if you want dessert.”
“I’m good.” He turned her to face him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She was so desperate to avoid his gaze that she threw out the first thing she could think of. “Do you want another glass of wine?”
He searched her face. “Let’s take the bottle into the living room and sit for a while. You can tell me about your day.”
Uh...he already knew everything about her day because they worked together. She saw almost exactly the same patients as he did. But right now she was more than grateful for an excuse to slide away from him. And one more glass of wine wouldn’t do her in.
Whiskey, however... Yeah, she didn’t want a repeat of her first night at the apartment. She’d drink a second glass and then retreat to her room or the kitchen. She could always say she needed to do the dishes.
“I’ll get the table and the dishes later on. Just leave everything where it is.”
Had the man read her mind? She sure hoped not, because there were things inside her head she did not want him to find.
Picking up her glass as Brad retrieved the bottle of wine along with his own wineglass, they made their way to the living room. Chloe was reminded of that fateful first time she’d sat here—how horrified she’d been at what she’d been wearing beneath her coat.
That seemed like a lifetime ago. Maybe it was. What had seemed like the closing of a chapter was more like the final page of a book. The new one, full of crisp white pages, was just waiting for the right opening line. Only she had no idea what that sentence would be.
Chloe sat on the brown leather sofa, glad when he didn’t choose to sit in front of her on the ottoman again. Instead, he settled in the space beside her and lifted the bottle of wine to fill her glass. She dutifully held it out and watched the clear liquid trickle until it hit the halfway point. He did the same with his own then set the bottle on a side table.
As there was no way he simply wanted to talk about her day, she wondered if he was trying to find a tactful way to get her out of his apartment. She decided to take the bull by the horns.
“Did you have any luck with the interviews?”
He leaned back against the cushions, his right arm sliding along the top of it. She swore she felt the tip of her ponytail move in the process. “None. So I’ve been doing some thinking.”
“You have?”
He gave a soft laugh. “As surprising as that may seem to you, I do think from time to time.”
This time the bobbing of her ponytail was not her imagination. What was he doing back there?
The continued subtle tugging on her hair was beginning to give her that weird quivery feeling in her stomach again. She cleared her throat in an attempt to take her mind off it, hoping he’d start talking again. “And what have you been thinking about?”
In a casual move he propped his left ankle on his right knee and shifted his body to face her. “How attached are you to your current job?”
Oh, God. He was trying to get rid of her. Wanted to make sure she wasn’t going to cause a scene when he found her replacement. “Don’t worry, I’m not desperate for a job. I already have one, remember?”
“So you wouldn’t be interested in staying at Angel’s on a more permanent basis?”
“I’m not sure what you mean.” She thought she’d just made it clear that she wasn’t angling for the position.
“Aren’t you?”
Bewildered, she shook her head.
The subtle brush of something soft across the nape of her neck made her swallow. The warmth in her stomach increased. He was trailing the tip of her ponytail across her skin, and her gaze somehow landed on his mouth before she yanked it back up to his eyes. Was he trying to drive her crazy?
“Would you stay at Angel’s, if I asked you to?”
Her thoughts moved slowly, as if slogging their way through thick molasses. “You want me to stay?”
“I thought I’d made that obvious at the beginning of the conversation.”
“No—I thought. I thought you were trying to tell me not to get too comfortable.” She licked her lips. “Are you offering me the position?”
His mouth curved in that slow, devastating smile that wreaked havoc on her senses. “That depends. Would you say yes?”
She wanted to, heaven knew. But something about the way he said it—along with that damned sweep of hair across her neck—made alarm bells go off in her head.
“Did Jason put you up to this?”
“Jason? No, of course not.” His smile faded.
She gulped. She could only think of one other possibility. “Are you doing it because you think it’s expected?”
The sudden darkening of his eyes told her she’d made a serious gaffe. The prickly sensation on her nape halted. He’d just talked about his mother giving him a set of dishes because it was the expected thing to do. Equating his actions with hers was not a good thing.
“Is that what you think of me, Chloe?”
“No, of course not. I didn’t mean— I know you’re actually...”
“Actually what?”
“A nice person.” Something else she’d said about his mother’s gift. Wow, she was really hitting them out of the park this evening.
He laughed, the hand in her hair tightening, forcing her to look at him. “I’m really not, Chloe. Just ask your brother. I think he might know me better than I know myself.”
The pounding in her chest couldn’t be her heart, could it? Because she could barely believe he was offering her the perfect way to leave her old life behind. And although she wanted to grab it before he changed his mind, she had to be sure he really wanted her to stay.
“Why do you want me here?” She touched his hand. “And please don’t tell me it’s because you feel sorry for me. I—I couldn’t bear it.”