“You were burned. I get it. It set you off. You don’t want to tell me about it and I’ll try not to pry. So what else was said today?”
He was being better about this than she thought he was going to be. Did she judge him completely wrong? “After I explained to Savanna—”
“Savanna Cortz?” he asked.
“Yes. I think that is her last name. Do you know her?”
“We might have gone out on a date or two. And no, we didn’t sleep together.”
“I wasn’t going to ask,” she said firmly. But that did explain why Savanna came up to question her when they never really talked much before. Just like she suspected, a blade in the back.
“But you were thinking it and I figured I’d tell you anyway. She wouldn’t have let it drop though,” he said.
“She didn’t. She wasn’t being catty about it. Just curious.”
“She’s like that. Friendly and all, but curiosity killed the cat. She’s known to question a lot of women about me. You aren’t the first.”
“Great. I made a list. Not the list I wanted to be on.”
He laughed at her. “Sorry. I’ll apologize this time. But I warned you when you came to my office that second time.”
“Speaking of which. She made a comment about me being there twice so that means someone in your office talks to her or someone she knows.”
“It’s a hospital. There is always talk.”
And someone like him got a lot of attention. She’d have to remember that. She’d done so well with Spencer and keeping their relationship private. Of course afterward she found out there was a reason for it.
“True. So back to Savanna. I told her how my stepmother asked your mother to show me around and that I took you up on the offer. That we played racquetball yesterday.”
“You didn’t tell her about the hike?” he asked. “I’m rather fond of that.”
“It wasn’t much of a hike and we both looked like drowned rats after. So no.”
“You still have my T-shirt,” he reminded her.
She was going to give it to him on Sunday when they met and had totally forgotten. “I’ve got it. I won’t be giving it to you at work. That would raise a lot more eyebrows.”
“So, what did Savanna say about racquetball? I’m sure she had an opinion. She has one about everything.”
“Guess you know her pretty well for two dates,” she said.
“As I said, she’s done this before. So, what did she say?”
She didn’t want to admit what was said to Wyatt but figured they were being honest with each other, so, what could it hurt? Especially since she’d gotten what she wanted out of this call. That his voice alone was heating her up when she’d told herself they just needed to keep it simple. Guess she was being proven wrong on a lot of fronts.
“She said I might be the only woman she knew that got sweaty around you and it wasn’t about sex.”
There, let’s see how he handled that statement.
* * *
It was a good thing that Adriana couldn’t see his face flush when she’d said what Savanna had told her. Here he was thinking the conversation was going in a better direction than he thought and he gets hit with that.
“I told you I didn’t sleep with her. I don’t sleep with everyone I go on a date with,” he explained.
“That’s a good thing because it seems you date a lot.”
“I like people,” he said. “I don’t like to be by myself.” He was shocked to hear those words come out of his mouth. His family was aware of that and busted on him about it, but he didn’t normally admit it to anyone else.
“So you date a lot to get out of the house?” she asked.
“My brothers and cousins are normally busy and now in relationships. Most of the women I know don’t want to do what we did over the weekend.”
“Oh. So it’s just something to do?”
“Kind of,” he said. “Not that I don’t enjoy sex as much as the next person.” Might as well prime the pump and see what her reaction was.
Sam was right. He was trying to win her over to move from friends to dating. Somehow.
He’d seen the arousal in her eyes before. She could fight it all she wanted, but he wasn’t an idiot.
He just needed her to admit it to him first.
“That could be considered an activity of sorts.”
“Yes, it is,” he said. It was on the tip of his tongue to mention doing it with her but knew she’d hang up.
“Don’t even think of it,” she said, as if she knew what was on his mind.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“But I have a feeling you wanted to.”
He laughed. “There’s that temper. You’re ready to say I’m guilty without knowing for sure.”
He heard the sigh on the other line and wanted to pat himself on the back for that one. “You’re right again.”
“Twice in one phone call. Is that a record for you? It is for me.”
“Ha ha. You are kind of funny, you know.”
“I have been told that. Though my family says it’s more annoying, I like to think I’ve got a good personality.”
“Except when you are working. I see the change in you. You’re all smiles and friendly and then you get serious.”
“My job is serious business. I don’t want any deaths on the table by my hand.”
“Have you had any?” she asked.
“No. And I hope I never do. But I witnessed one during my residency as a result of the anesthesia. Not many make it through this discipline and there is a reason for it.”
“I know. I wouldn’t want to have that responsibility. I guess maybe that is why you are the way you are all the other times.”
How the hell could she know him so well after so little time?
“So, back to the reason for your call. What did we learn today? You can’t come to my office again. Is that
