an experiment. I promise I’ll keep my emotions in check.”
Isabel could not have asked for more if she’d written the script herself. He’d said all the right words. They could have a sexual liaison and they’d both benefit. More importantly, at the end, she could walk away. Back to her practice with newfound knowledge, and back to her life that held no surprises. She liked it that way.
“Okay, let’s try it. But what do we do? Schedule appointments for sex?” She didn’t mean to sound crass, but it came out that way. It was hard to keep this at arm’s length. She should have asked Jenny for more advice.
“Do you have any plans for the rest of the weekend?” Tray nervously pushing his blond locks out of his eyes. Isabel longed to reach across the table and trace the width of his forehead with her fingers.
“This weekend? No, it’s Thanksgiving but the girls are staying at college.”
“I called a friend this morning who has a cabin in the mountains. He said we can use it if we want.”
Away together for the weekend. That was probably known as intensive learning. Cramming, maybe. She almost laughed out loud. Although, it would suit her purposes well. She’d go back fresh to her office and hopefully, stop the flood of patients migrating out of her practice.
“Just you and I? For the whole weekend?”
“If you think it could work.” Tray drummed his fingers nervously on the table top. “It’s a quick drive - a couple of hours. It’s beautiful in the mountains this time of the year. What do you say?”
Isabel wondered if she was crazy, considering a trip to the mountains with a man she barely knew. But her instincts told her he could be trusted. It made sense, and it had been forever since she’d been out of town.
“Give me ten minutes and I’ll be packed.”
CHAPTER TWO
I have lost my mind, thought Isabel, as Tray picked his way through the early Saturday afternoon traffic on the way to the highway. She should have called Jenny, or at least left a note. Told someone where she was going. She couldn’t remember the last time she had done anything so rash.
Tray pulled into the grocery story on the outskirts of town and shut off the Jeep.
“We’ll pick up groceries here,” he said, leaping out and moving to Isabel’s side to open her door. “I know a great place we can stop for lunch a bit up the road. It’ll break up the drive for us.”
In the produce section Isabel wandered slightly ahead of Tray, picking up grapefruit and kiwi. Tray caught up to her in the bakery aisle with a basket. He’d already thrown in a baguette, a few croissants, and some strawberries.
“You don’t like croissants?” He was trying to read her look of surprise.
“No, they’re fine,” Isabel said quickly, dropping the fruit into the basket. Shopping with someone else was a new experience. On the few times she’d been able to drag Chet along, he hadn’t had an opinion, let alone a clue.
Shopping with Tray was turning out to be fun. His long, lanky frame leaned into hers as they both reached for a package of muffins and Isabel’s breath caught in her throat with the sheer heat of him. This weekend was going to be something to remember.
Isabel was feeling more than a little naughty. Isabel the bad girl was not a role she was familiar with, but she couldn’t ignore the other women checking her out. First they checked out Tray, then did a double take when they realized she was with him. Isabel felt fabulous, beautiful, desirable, and a more than a little embarrassed. What if one of her colleagues, or worse, one of her patients saw her nuzzling with Tray in the milk aisle?
He was worth nuzzling with. She let her eyes sweep over his broad back leaning into the dairy case and flushed as she remembered her arms wrapped around that back, her face pressed into his chest, the clean musky smell of him. She shook her head and let her breath out slowly through her teeth, trying to cool her rising
Isabel could not have asked for more if she’d written the script herself. He’d said all the right words. They could have a sexual liaison and they’d both benefit. More importantly, at the end, she could walk away. Back to her practice with newfound knowledge, and back to her life that held no surprises. She liked it that way.
“Okay, let’s try it. But what do we do? Schedule appointments for sex?” She didn’t mean to sound crass, but it came out that way. It was hard to keep this at arm’s length. She should have asked Jenny for more advice.
“Do you have any plans for the rest of the weekend?” Tray nervously pushing his blond locks out of his eyes. Isabel longed to reach across the table and trace the width of his forehead with her fingers.
“This weekend? No, it’s Thanksgiving but the girls are staying at college.”
“I called a friend this morning who has a cabin in the mountains. He said we can use it if we want.”
Away together for the weekend. That was probably known as intensive learning. Cramming, maybe. She almost laughed out loud. Although, it would suit her purposes well. She’d go back fresh to her office and hopefully, stop the flood of patients migrating out of her practice.
“Just you and I? For the whole weekend?”
“If you think it could work.” Tray drummed his fingers nervously on the table top. “It’s a quick drive - a couple of hours. It’s beautiful in the mountains this time of the year. What do you say?”
Isabel wondered if she was crazy, considering a trip to the mountains with a man she barely knew. But her instincts told her he could be trusted. It made sense, and it had been forever since she’d been out of town.
“Give me ten minutes and I’ll be packed.”
CHAPTER TWO
I have lost my mind, thought Isabel, as Tray picked his way through the early Saturday afternoon traffic on the way to the highway. She should have called Jenny, or at least left a note. Told someone where she was going. She couldn’t remember the last time she had done anything so rash.
Tray pulled into the grocery story on the outskirts of town and shut off the Jeep.
“We’ll pick up groceries here,” he said, leaping out and moving to Isabel’s side to open her door. “I know a great place we can stop for lunch a bit up the road. It’ll break up the drive for us.”
In the produce section Isabel wandered slightly ahead of Tray, picking up grapefruit and kiwi. Tray caught up to her in the bakery aisle with a basket. He’d already thrown in a baguette, a few croissants, and some strawberries.
“You don’t like croissants?” He was trying to read her look of surprise.
“No, they’re fine,” Isabel said quickly, dropping the fruit into the basket. Shopping with someone else was a new experience. On the few times she’d been able to drag Chet along, he hadn’t had an opinion, let alone a clue.
Shopping with Tray was turning out to be fun. His long, lanky frame leaned into hers as they both reached for a package of muffins and Isabel’s breath caught in her throat with the sheer heat of him. This weekend was going to be something to remember.
Isabel was feeling more than a little naughty. Isabel the bad girl was not a role she was familiar with, but she couldn’t ignore the other women checking her out. First they checked out Tray, then did a double take when they realized she was with him. Isabel felt fabulous, beautiful, desirable, and a more than a little embarrassed. What if one of her colleagues, or worse, one of her patients saw her nuzzling with Tray in the milk aisle?
He was worth nuzzling with. She let her eyes sweep over his broad back leaning into the dairy case and flushed as she remembered her arms wrapped around that back, her face pressed into his chest, the clean musky smell of him. She shook her head and let her breath out slowly through her teeth, trying to cool her rising
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