Free More Than a Kiss by Saxon Bennett, Layce Gardner

dentist.  Thinking about sex made having people poke and prod in
your mouth much more tolerable.  Now, she had Amy to think of having sex with. 
She knew she shouldn’t go there, but she went there anyway.
    "Done,"
Amy pronounced.
    Jordan
opened her eyes again and gaped at Amy.  She had taken all the stitches out in
less time than she could sing the Lucky Charms jingle.
    "Wow,"
Jordan said for lack of anything better to say.
    "Your
hand is healing nicely.  Now let's see how it functions.
    "You
made it bionic, right?  'Cause I always wanted a bionic hand."
    Amy
laughed.  "Let's just see if you can open and close it first."
    Jordan
slowly made a fist while making bionic sounds.  A sudden shot of pain made her
stop and gasp.  "Ouch."  She looked at Amy.  "That hurt."
    "It
will for a while. You did sever a tendon, you know.  Practice opening and
closing, making a fist, squeezing."  Amy demonstrated the motion with her
own hand.  She looked like she was milking a cow.  "You'll have to do some
physical therapy in order to regain full use of your hand."
    Jordan's
world brightened a little.  "I get to come here and do therapy with
you?"
    "No,
you can do it yourself.  At home."
    "Oh,"
Jordan said when what she really wanted to say was "Damn."  She'd had
a little ray of hope there for a minute.  Hope that she'd get to come to Amy's
office and practice squeezing things.  Whoops, there were those magically
delicious thoughts again.
    Amy
rolled her chair over to the desk, opened a drawer and rummaged around inside. 
When she rolled back over, she handed Jordan a little yellow rubber ball. 
"Squeeze on that ball.  Carry it around with you and when you have a spare
moment, squeeze it.  In a few weeks, you'll have complete use of your hand
again."
    Jordan
gave it a try.  She could barely make a dent in the ball.
    "Keep
at it.  You'll see."
    She
stowed the ball in the side pocket of her shorts.  Amy rolled away to the desk.
    I
want one of those rolling stools, Jordan thought.  I could get all around my
house and never have to stand at all.
    When
Amy rolled back, she handed Jordan a stack of books.  Jordan accepted them with
her good hand and was shocked when she saw they were the books she'd written.
    "These
are mine," Jordan said.  "I mean, they belong to you, obviously, but
I wrote them."
    "I
bought them the other day.  I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of autographing
them?"
    "Yeah,
sure.  Of course I will," Jordan said.  She was stunned.  She'd never been
asked for her autograph before.
    Amy
handed her a pen.
    Jordan
opened the first book to the title page and had a sudden thought.  "Who
should I make it out to?"
    "Me,"
Amy said.
    Jordan
bent over the page and wrote:  Amy, will you go to lunch with me?  Jordan
March.
    Jordan
nervously handed it over.  She watched as Amy read it and looked up at her.
    "I'd
love to," Amy said. "When?"
    "Now?"
    "Right
now?"
    "Do
you not want to?" Jordan asked, her heart racing.  Thank God, Amy didn’t
have her stethoscope with her –she might admit
her to the cardiac unit for observation.
    "No,
it's the suddenness of it that startled me."
    "We
could do it tomorrow.  Or next week. Or some evening."
    Amy
shook her head, saying, "We can't do it in the evening."
    "Um,
okay, I understand.  You already have plans and…”
    Amy
interrupted her, "No, I mean you wrote 'lunch' so we can't do lunch in the
evening."
    Jordan
quickly wrote in the next book:  Or dinner?
    Amy
read it and laughed.  "What are you going to write in the third
book?"
    Jordan
shrugged.  "Depends on how well lunch goes.  When would you like to
go?"
    "Now?"
    "Right
now?"
    "Isn't
that what you said?  You wanted to do it right now?"
    Jordan
shook her head.  "I'm confused.  Are we still talking about lunch?"
    Amy
giggled.  Jordan liked it when Amy giggled.
    "How
about if I meet you out front in five minutes?"
    "That'd
be great," Jordan said.  “See you then!”  She hurried into the hall