Free Undercover Passion by Raye Morgan

vitamins.”
    â€œNot even the vitamins. To tell you the truth, Ican’t stand swallowing pills. So I don’t take them.”
    He stared at her. She looked completely open. Would such a pretty face lie?
    You bet.
    Could he take her word for anything at all?
    Not on your life.
    But she claimed she hadn’t taken anything.
    Was he wrong? Was all this just a natural progression for her? He thought it over again, step by step.
    Nah. No way.
    She was acting like a girl with a crush—but earlier in the evening he could have sworn her crush was on Dr. Richie. As far as he could see, that meant she was as far gone as all the other love zombies he’d seen haunting the hospital halls.
    â€œSo I guess we’re down to looking for pods in the clinic basement, huh?” he said grimly.
    â€œBasement?” She was beginning to look perplexed. “I don’t think there is a basement.”
    â€œOh, there’s a basement all right,” he said knowingly. “If only in your mind.”
    She shook her head. “You’re talking crazy.” Her puzzled look faded and she smiled again.“But you’re awful cute.” She sighed and looked down at the soggy shirt. “Why don’t we go back to my apartment? I’ll see if I’ve got the right kind of stain remover. I just can’t stand to leave your shirt this way.”
    He hesitated, considering. Why not? It would be one more chance to see if he could figure out what she was taking. Because she had to be taking something. Unless the good doctor was in to some sort of remote mind control. Daniel couldn’t actually rule it out, but he was pretty sure the chances were slim.
    â€œOkay,” he said. “Let’s go.”
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    Abby wanted to stop by the reception hall to let the others know she was leaving. Dr. Richie was still surrounded by fans, so she checked on the two assistants and told them, then stopped by the counter to pick up her things.
    At each stop she looked back at where Daniel was waiting for her, and each time she did, her breath caught in her throat. He gave her chills, he was so sexy, standing there with his jacket hanging open, revealing that iron-hard chest with its lovely tanned ridges.
    Janet Greco, one of the women she’d signed up for the NoWait treatment program that evening, noticed, too.
    â€œOh, my,” she said appreciatively. “Is he yours?”
    Abby felt as though she was glowing. “For the moment.”
    Janet sighed. “Where can I get one like that?”
    Abby looked at him and her heart skipped a beat. He really was gorgeous. She slowly shook her head.
    â€œI don’t know. I think he’s one of a kind. Sorry.”
    She was doing that floating thing again. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she felt as though she were living on two levels at the same time. It was interesting that Daniel had asked her if she was drinking, because she felt like what she’d imagined it’d be like if she was drunk. Only not really. In fact, she didn’t think she’d ever felt quite like this before.
    Still, the duality was fascinating. There was the old, sober and sensible Abby on one level, watching all that was going on, and then there was the new bubbly Abby having a lovely timeand feeling a deep, abiding love for all of mankind. And an especially deep and interesting attraction for one Daniel O’Callahan. She wanted to be with him, to talk to him, to kiss him again. She was beginning to think she might just be crazy about the man.
    This had never happened to her before. She’d dated, had even liked a few of the men she went out with. But she’d never had that sense of having found that special one before. Hearing other women talk about falling in love had always left her feeling a little out of it. She’d begun to wonder if she’d just been born without the love gene or something.
    And now it looked as though she might have found