drop dead.” His brows draw together reproachfully as he shakes his head. “Why do you always go for the worst-case scenario?”
“I can’t help it. I’m a bit of a basket case when it comes to medical stuff. I guess you could say I’m a hypochondriac.”
“No kidding. I would have never guessed,” he says, deadpan.
My fist playfully connects with Harrison’s solid shoulder.
“Seriously, though. What kind of life is that? Save the worries for when there’s something to worry about.” His green eyes connect with mine briefly and then his gaze moves down to the tips of my Nikes and back up to my glowing face. “From where I’m standing, you look pretty fit to me, Frankie.”
The way he looks at me makes me feel fluttery all over and my heart begins to pound. My lips part and I’m breathing heavily through my mouth, practically panting, as I gaze back at him.
Oh, no—Harrison and I have chemistry! This time I can’t blame it on the aphrodisiacs from Tantra. Come to think of it, whenever I’m near him I get the same quivery flip-flop sensation in my tummy.
I try not to notice how green and thick-lashed his eyes are. Or how his lips look like they were made for long, slow kisses. Or how his strong, tanned neck beckons me to wrap my arms around it. Stop! I berate myself . He’s not the right doctor, dummy. I blink as mysenses duel with my head and my head is rapidly losing this battle.
Harrison tilts his head and studies me. “What’s wrong?”
You are too appealing and…and it’s Dr. Escobar I’m interested in.
“Er, um, I’m having a hard time keeping up with you.”
“Let’s sit down for a sec.” His nice strong hand pats my shoulder and I miss it the minute he removes his hand. “We don’t have to jog anymore.”
“We don’t? I mean you don’t mind?”
“Not at all.” His eyes crinkle at the corners as his mouth eases into a warm smile. My tummy does another flip-flop as I return his gaze. I don’t want to leave any time soon. I’d rather stay and talk.
“Harrison…”
“Yeah?” His eyes zero in on me as he gives me his full attention.
“Why did you become a veterinarian?”
“As opposed to a ‘people doctor’?” he says wryly, completing my thoughts.
My face flushes at his uncanny ability to read me. “I wasn’t going to say that,” I fib.
He raises a disbelieving brow and I blush even brighter. “Okay, maybe I was thinking that…but I wasn’t going to say it.”
“Fair enough.” His gaze connects with mine, sincere and earnest. “I’ve always had a close bond with animals. I was a scrawny little kid who stuttered around people, but when I was with my pets, I never stuttered.”
I smile at him. “I hear you. Animals aren’t judgmental, but—”
“People are,” he says, his tone brusque. “I was bullied at school because of it…and at home.”
“At home?” I’m shocked. Why didn’t Chloe mention this?
“My old man believed it was character-building to belittle his sons. I got the worst of it because I’m the oldest. Anyway Mom divorced him before he could harm my little brothers.” Harrison’s genial face darkens at the memory.
“I’m sorry.” I want to say more, but he shrugs.
“Don’t be. Everything’s cool now. When Dad left, I got speech therapy and stopped stuttering.”
“I’m glad.” I’m moved by his honesty and want to say more, but Harrison looks like he’s ready to change the subject.
“I love the way Flamingo Park looks after it rains,” he says, glancing around as we sit on a nearby bench. “It’s so different from Denver.”
I nod happily. “If I were back in New York, I’d be wearing jogging pants instead of these shorts in October,” I say, gesturing to my legs.
Harrison gives my bare legs an appreciative nod. “Good thing we’re in Miami.”
I grin, pleased by his comment.
He glances at his watch. “We should get the dogs soon.”
“Okay. Gosh, I don’t know what got into Romeo this
“I can’t help it. I’m a bit of a basket case when it comes to medical stuff. I guess you could say I’m a hypochondriac.”
“No kidding. I would have never guessed,” he says, deadpan.
My fist playfully connects with Harrison’s solid shoulder.
“Seriously, though. What kind of life is that? Save the worries for when there’s something to worry about.” His green eyes connect with mine briefly and then his gaze moves down to the tips of my Nikes and back up to my glowing face. “From where I’m standing, you look pretty fit to me, Frankie.”
The way he looks at me makes me feel fluttery all over and my heart begins to pound. My lips part and I’m breathing heavily through my mouth, practically panting, as I gaze back at him.
Oh, no—Harrison and I have chemistry! This time I can’t blame it on the aphrodisiacs from Tantra. Come to think of it, whenever I’m near him I get the same quivery flip-flop sensation in my tummy.
I try not to notice how green and thick-lashed his eyes are. Or how his lips look like they were made for long, slow kisses. Or how his strong, tanned neck beckons me to wrap my arms around it. Stop! I berate myself . He’s not the right doctor, dummy. I blink as mysenses duel with my head and my head is rapidly losing this battle.
Harrison tilts his head and studies me. “What’s wrong?”
You are too appealing and…and it’s Dr. Escobar I’m interested in.
“Er, um, I’m having a hard time keeping up with you.”
“Let’s sit down for a sec.” His nice strong hand pats my shoulder and I miss it the minute he removes his hand. “We don’t have to jog anymore.”
“We don’t? I mean you don’t mind?”
“Not at all.” His eyes crinkle at the corners as his mouth eases into a warm smile. My tummy does another flip-flop as I return his gaze. I don’t want to leave any time soon. I’d rather stay and talk.
“Harrison…”
“Yeah?” His eyes zero in on me as he gives me his full attention.
“Why did you become a veterinarian?”
“As opposed to a ‘people doctor’?” he says wryly, completing my thoughts.
My face flushes at his uncanny ability to read me. “I wasn’t going to say that,” I fib.
He raises a disbelieving brow and I blush even brighter. “Okay, maybe I was thinking that…but I wasn’t going to say it.”
“Fair enough.” His gaze connects with mine, sincere and earnest. “I’ve always had a close bond with animals. I was a scrawny little kid who stuttered around people, but when I was with my pets, I never stuttered.”
I smile at him. “I hear you. Animals aren’t judgmental, but—”
“People are,” he says, his tone brusque. “I was bullied at school because of it…and at home.”
“At home?” I’m shocked. Why didn’t Chloe mention this?
“My old man believed it was character-building to belittle his sons. I got the worst of it because I’m the oldest. Anyway Mom divorced him before he could harm my little brothers.” Harrison’s genial face darkens at the memory.
“I’m sorry.” I want to say more, but he shrugs.
“Don’t be. Everything’s cool now. When Dad left, I got speech therapy and stopped stuttering.”
“I’m glad.” I’m moved by his honesty and want to say more, but Harrison looks like he’s ready to change the subject.
“I love the way Flamingo Park looks after it rains,” he says, glancing around as we sit on a nearby bench. “It’s so different from Denver.”
I nod happily. “If I were back in New York, I’d be wearing jogging pants instead of these shorts in October,” I say, gesturing to my legs.
Harrison gives my bare legs an appreciative nod. “Good thing we’re in Miami.”
I grin, pleased by his comment.
He glances at his watch. “We should get the dogs soon.”
“Okay. Gosh, I don’t know what got into Romeo this
Similar Books
