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too.”
    Sandra’s mouth dropped open as he spoke. Any attraction she felt for him vanished when she heard that. Was he for real ? Just how full of himself was he?
    “Here.” Sandra shoved the blazer back into his hands, and stalked past him. She wanted nothing to do with him anymore.
    “Hey, hey, I was joking, hold on,” the man called after her. She ignored him. She could hear his callous laughter follow at her back. She didn’t care. If he wanted to be an overconfident asshole, she had no intention of sticking around.

Chapter Two

    Sandra worked in a fury as she struggled to make up for the time lost by her late arrival. There was so much to do, and not enough time to do it. The first patients would start filing in soon for their morning appointments with Doctor Baker. The desk she sat at wasn’t small, but it felt cramped with the overflowing paperwork that had built up this week.
    She could manage it all, of course, but it would take time. As the only full-time receptionist at the clinic, she had to deal with medical bills and insurance papers, make calls to absent-minded patients who forgot their appointments, call pharmacies to make sure they were giving out the right drugs at the right dosages, and finish a hundred other things. Sandra also had to prepare Doctor Baker’s schedule of appointments, remind him of his upcoming anniversary with his wife, and make time at noon to sneak out and grab him a lunch that he all-too-often forgot. Then there were the dozens of unidentifiable loose papers, notes, and to-do lists that she would have to organize into some semblance of unity if she was to have any hope of ever catching up on them all.
    It didn’t help that she was still flustered by the interaction that occurred outside the coffee shop.
    Sandra knew she shouldn’t have been so amped up by it, but Sandra couldn’t stop replaying the morning’s events in her mind. Running head-first into the gorgeous man, spilling her coffee all over him, and then—worst of all!—being mocked and laughed at for an honest mistake was mortifying.
    He was an asshole, she decided. An overconfident, pompous asshole. To have the audacity to suggest that she planned to spill her coffee over him… it was reprehensible.
    Sandra shook her head. There was no use in getting so worked up over it. So what if she had found him alluring at first? He had turned out to be too damn presumptuous for his own good. Besides, after her last boyfriend—the one she left had two years ago—Sandra had little patience for men who weren’t to her liking.
    Now, if she could just focus and prepare everything for today…
    She looked at the clock. It showed twenty minutes to nine. The first patient was booked for the end of the hour, the same as every day, which meant she had little time to get ready.
    The sound of contented whistling drifted down the hall. Doctor Baker was there, sitting in one of the little offices, enjoying the morning paper before his first appointment. He liked to come in an hour early to ‘relax’, as he called it, away from the stresses of home. Sandra suspected he only did it at his wife’s insistence, as a way for her to get him out of the house during the hectic struggle that happened every morning as Mrs. Baker prepared their four young children for elementary school.
    The door to the office opened, letting in a gust of cool air that ruffled the papers. Damn! Sandra thought. I forgot to lock the door when I rushed in. That’s what I get for being distracted by that disaster of an encounter with the rude man.
    “I’m sorry,” Sandra started to say, setting down the papers in her hand, “but we’re not open yet—”
    She stopped short when she saw who had come in.
    The man from the coffee shop.
    Sandra could not believe her luck. The man from the coffee shop was standing in her office. He’d changed into a tight-fitting crewneck white undershirt. It looked odd combined with his black dress pants and fancy