Free The Very Thought of You by Angela Weaver Page B

president of the anti-Blackfox fan club, to cooperate with you on his recovery, and agree to a physical therapist as well. Sarcastic comments and threats aside, he’s being halfway civil.”
    â€œIt must be my bedside manner.”
    Miranda raised an eyebrow.
    â€œHow about my outstanding reputation in the medical community?”
    â€œEnough. You don’t want to tell me the real reason. I get that. What I don’t get is why you volunteered to treat him. He once gave you a bloody nose and a black eye.”
    â€œTrue, but he was protecting his little sister. I would have done the same for Regan.”
    She shook her head. “It still doesn’t explain it.”
    â€œLet me help. I messed up one of the greatest things in my life when I let you go. You’re here for a limited time, so I intend to spend as much time as I can getting to know you again, Miranda Tyler.”
    â€œI’m not the girl I used to be, Caleb.”
    â€œI saw that the first moment I saw you the first day at the hospital. When we were together in college, you were a pretty girl. Now you’re a stunning woman.”
    â€œSome things haven’t changed. You still have a silver tongue.”
    â€œI’m a little rusty. But now that you’re back I can practice.”
    She was unwilling to admit that his flattery was getting him somewhere. Actually his eyes were making her temperature go up. Miranda cleared her throat, and then aimed a pointed glance in the direction of her brother’s empty hospital suite. “Darren should be back soon.”
    â€œHe won’t be back for a few hours. Besides I wasn’t looking for your brother. I was looking for you.”
    â€œOh, what can I do for you?”
    That sentence took on a whole new meaning for Caleb as he watched Miranda’s tongue glide across her lower lip. There were so many things that he would love to do to her. The first would be taking her to his office, locking the door and making up for years of lost time.
    Whatever doubts he’d had about Miranda had disappeared in the morning when he’d opened the DNA report. According to the results, Kelly did not share a genetic relationship with either he or Miranda. It not only confirmed that she was telling the truth, it also reconfirmed his conviction that he wanted to have a family. Knowing that Miranda wouldn’t be ready to hear that yet, he settled for something more practical. “You can come to lunch with me. We can talk about your brother and I have a little project I could use your help on. I know of this nice Italian restaurant a few miles from here.”
    Miranda looked at her watch. “Wow, look at how time has flown. I should run out and take care of some errands before bringing Darren home.”
    â€œYou have two hours.”
    â€œI can drive fast.”
    â€œThis town moves slowly. You’re running again, Miranda.”
    â€œLook, Caleb, when you’re around me I get confused and although part of me wants to pick up where we left off, I can’t…correction, we can’t.”
    â€œCan I see your left hand?” he asked.
    Her eyes narrowed. Fighting a wave of panic, she managed to slow her erratically thumping heart. They were standing in the middle of a semi-busy hospital corridor with more than a few eyes on them, but she still felt as nervous as walking through an alley after midnight. Unbidden, her eyes landed on his lips. The same lips that had given her more sexual fulfillment in sixty seconds than she’d had in years. A shiver ran up and down her spine. “Why?”
    â€œHumor me.”
    She raised her left hand and he held it within his own. Memories flashed through his mind of her fingertips grazing over his skin, her soft palms resting against his chest. Her fingers intertwined with his as she neared her climax. Pushing the thoughts away he concentrated on remembering the point he was trying to make. “You’re