could afford to repeat. This was a possible win-win for her and Gideon.
“Which days are your clinic and what time would you need me in the office?” Heat flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared so quickly. She must have been mistaken.
“You will be with me five days a week, from eight to five.” She was the one to look surprised. His patient profile was that large?
“Ah, I didn’t realize your clinic was…,” What was the word she was searching for? “Robust.”
“Do you need more time to make your decision?” She would not start questioning her judgment today.
She swallowed at the thought of working with his taste bud teasing scent eight hours a day. That was five hundred and forty minutes of inhaling warm cedar and mountain air. Thirty-two thousand, four hundred-seconds being close enough to taste his flavor. She moistened her lower lip with a slow sweep, only to sink her teeth into her bottom lip to stop herself from smacking at the delicious thought. Gideon’s throat clearing pulled her back into the conversation.
“I’ll take the job.” The angles in his face relaxed, she hadn’t realized his tension until this moment. Did he really want her to work in his clinic? Was this about more than helping her out with avoiding Jace? She hadn’t forgotten their kiss at the Preserves fundraiser. True it was for charity, but there was nothing charitable about the way he’d taken her mouth. She’d been hanging around the smooch booth with Ava while she worked alongside Logan. Gideon had approached the booth with the bribe of a substantial contribution to the pediatric medical innovations project. A project that funded Logan’s Wound Care program. Gideon had his checkbook in hand when he approached the booth wanting a kiss from her.
The kiss started long before his lips made contact with hers. She heard the scrape of his shoes across the gravel as he stepped closer to her. Then she felt his heat when he closed in on her, the cool of his breath as it caressed her cheek, then he bent that six foot five frame to meet her six feet, willowy and waiting. Yep, she felt petite pressed into his mountain of packed muscle.
Thank goodness, she had worn her three inch sandals. She was at the perfect height when Gideon pulled her into his well-muscled, sun-kissed tan warrior, of hard man and closed his arms around her ever so gentle. Her nose settled perfectly at his neck, and then she tilted her head up and slightly back to claim her prize. And what a prize it was. If his big hands weren’t at her waist, she would have dropped every pound she carried like it was hot.
Her blood sugar sky rocketed kissing that man. He was a Georgia peach cobbler and a slice of Florida pecan pie all rolled into one.
“We’ll be good together.” His deep, panty wetting tone pulled her back to the present and had her stifling a moan. She forced the air back into her lungs. Did he know what he was doing to her? He regarded her a moment longer, before he turned his attention to Olivia.
“Let’s discuss the details of Lina’s transfer. She’ll be with me until…”
“Slow your roll, Dr. House. I’ll be involved in any discussions involving my assignments.” He might as well learn what he was getting. No one was making decisions for her. If he wanted a Florence, (the original) Nightingale, Florence of the Brady Bunch, or Florence from the Jeffersons, he needed to pick another nurse to work in his clinic, because she wouldn’t last one day.
“I meant no offense.”
“None taken, but I’m responsible for confirming my work assignments.” He studied her now. This was it, he was going to withdraw his offer. More of the same, would any man take her the way she was?
“I trust you to work out the details. Just make sure no one will take you away from me.” When both she and Olivia looked at him with wide eyes, he seemed to become aware of his word choice.
“The clinic. I mean.” He