Free The Doctor Wore Spurs by Leanne Banks Page B

of every inch of her body pressed against his.
    She moaned, then pulled her head slightly back. "What—" She blinked and sighed. "What are you doing?"
    "Kissing you," he said, taking her mouth again.
    She started to respond, then pulled back. "This isn't a good idea," she said in a husky voice.
    "I think it's a great way to wake up. I think we should do it more often."
    She pushed her hair from her face and tried to slide away, but he stopped her. "Don't rush off," he said. "You lured me to your bed last night. You're not going to leave me all alone now, are you?"
    "I told you we weren't going to—"
    "Make love?" He grinned, lifting his hand to stroke her hair. "That was last night."
    "Last night was an act of human kindness," she insisted, pushing off him. "I realize you have a one-track mind at times, but you needed something different."
    "Whisky and Jill to watch over me," he said, raising himself up on his elbow. He reached for her hand. "Don't pull away," he said. "Thank you."
    She bit her lip and glanced away self-consciously. "It wasn't much. It was just—"
    He tugged her closer. "It was a lot. More than anyone else has done for me in my adult life."
    "Maybe because you seem so self-sufficient, so self-contained," she said.
    "Like you," he said.
    Her head moved up in surprise.
    "Takes one to know one," he said with a slight grin, feeling the connection between them strengthen. He followed his instincts. "I'd like you to move in with me the rest of your time that you're here in Fort Worth."
    Her eyes widened and her jaw worked. "Pardon?"
    "I want you to move in with me," he said.
    She shook her head. "I don't think that's a good idea."
    "It's a great idea. We can be together and answer our questions."
    Jill wondered if she was going to have a panic attack. She pulled her hand away. "It would be like opening Pandora's box."
    He sat up, looking entirely too seductive, entirely too right in her bed, as if he belonged there. "Jill, if you didn't feel something for me, you would have thrown my rear end out of here."
    Feeling as if she'd just drunk five cups of coffee, she stood. "I told you that was about human kindness."
    "Completely impersonal," he said.
    She started to nod, but hesitated. "Well, it wasn't completely impersonal."
    "You're not attracted to me at all?"
    "I didn't say that. You're not an ugly man," she said, growing more uneasy by the second. He should be wearing more clothes. He shouldn't be on her bed.
    "Have you always run from something you might like?" he asked.
    "I don't run," she corrected, but grabbed her robe and wrapped it around her. "I try to avoid things that might be bad for me."
    Unruffled by her nervousness, he reclined on her bed as if he owned it. His mouth lifted in a maddening, sexy grin. "You're not saying I'm bad, are you?"
    She picked up his jeans and tossed them at him. "Very bad. Get dressed. Get gone."
    He made a tsking sound and slowly rose. "You need to learn more about our Texas hospitality. You'd learn in no time by living with me."
    She held out his shirt to him. "I'm sure you'd teach me more than manners," she muttered under her breath.
    He took his shirt and her hand, pulling her to him. His gaze made her heart flip-flop. "Jill, you can run, but you can't hide. Some things are inevitable."
    That afternoon Trina brought in another bouquet of flowers.

    "Oh, no," Jill said. "I'm going to have to call him and—"
    "It's a different florist. Maybe they're from someone new."
    Jill wrinkled her brow in confusion and reached for the card. "I can't imagine who—"

    Thank you for last night. Tyler

    Jill felt heat rise to her cheeks. Trina smiled. "Well?" she prompted. "Is it someone new?"
    "They, uh—"
    Tyler burst into the room. "Ah, you got them," he said, nodding toward the flowers. "Thank you again for last night."
    Trina's eyes grew as large as golf balls. "Dr. Logan," she said surprised and envious. She looked at Jill. "Last night? My goodness. I thought—"
    "It's not the