Royal Trouble by Becky McGraw

hours?  Frustration, then a spark of anger shot through her.  Leigh Ann dropped the box on the floor near his desk.  It was obvious he was engrossed in the computer system, and wasn't paying her the slightest bit of attention.
    "Yeah, and a herd of elephants is out in your waiting room.  I put your first patient in exam room one," she informed sarcastically with her hands on her hips.
    "Okay, thanks," he grumbled, clicking a few more keys, but not looking up.
    "I scheduled the dancing bear for three o'clock, so you need to put that into your calendar too," she informed him with a devil riding her shoulder.  She wondered what it would take to get him to actually hear what she was telling him.
    "Fine, I'll do that."  He still didn't look up from the computer screen.
    "Oh and the pregnant raccoon I met out at the trash bin said to tell you that the pills you gave her for morning sickness helped a lot."
    He shook his head, a puzzled look came over his handsome face, then his eyes flew to hers.  " What ?"
    Leigh Ann raised a brow, then giggled at his comical expression, before laughter consumed her.  Bent at the waist, clutching her stomach, she told him in between gasping breaths, "She's going to name her firstborn after you."
    On the verge of hysteria, Leigh Ann took deep heaving breaths trying to get control of herself.  She couldn't remember the last time she'd laughed so hard.  And it felt darned good, so she embraced it, reveled in it, instead of fighting the laughter that consumed her.
    A pained groan was followed by his chair scraping back, then his hands clamped firmly on her shoulders and she was dragged up.  Sucking in a surprised breath, Leigh Ann looked up into Wes's heated eyes.  His jaw tightened, and his fingers cut into her shoulders as if he were waging some internal battle.  After another groan, his head lowered toward hers and she held her breath anticipating the feel of his lips on hers. 
    When his clean masculine scent hit her senses, she remembered where she had been and what she had been doing.  She must smell just like that trash can out back.  Leigh Ann put her hands on his chest and pushed back from him.
    "I smell."  That had to be the understatement of the year.  Leigh Ann reeked and needed a shower.  As much as she wanted him to kiss her again, she was too embarrassed.
    At her words, Wes shook his head and stumbled back against the desk, looking like he just woken up from a bad dream.  He shook his head. "I'm sorry, it shouldn't have happened."
    "It didn't happen," Leigh Ann corrected sullenly.  Because Leigh Ann had stopped it.  Wes looked relieved, but she felt like a dummy.  Another taste of his kiss was all she had been able to think about all week.  He had been about to give her an instant replay that her body was begging for, but all she could think about was how bad she must smell.  Her nose had become immune to it after the first hour, but she knew he had to notice.
    "It did happen at the restaurant the other night, and it shouldn't have.  It was a mistake, Leigh Ann.  One I'm not going to repeat."  His eyes were cold and serious, and the look in them froze her heart.  Regret.  He regretted kissing her the other night.
    "Okay, it won't happen again, then."
    Leigh Ann's chin dropped to her chest, so he couldn't see how upset that thought made her.  She didn't regret kissing him, that was for sure.  Well, maybe now she did.  All week long he had sent her signals that should have prepared her for hearing this, but she had held out hope that he was just busy, and that was the explanation for his indifference toward her.  Hearing him say the words hurt.
    "It was inappropriate, Leigh Ann.  You work here, and I'm your boss," he explained gruffly.  His tone almost made it seem like he blamed her for the kiss. 
    She bristled and fought the unfamiliar urge to lay into him and remind him he was the one who had kissed her .  That wouldn't accomplish anything though,