herself for getting carried away with her wishes.
Last night as she lay in bed, she thought of ways that she could ‘accidentally’ bump into him at the hospital. After realizing all of them were ridiculous, not to mention pointless, because he already had a girlfriend, she finally gave up and fell asleep, only to dream of him again. Dreams that had started out pretty tame were getting more intense. She found herself waking up every morning feeling more and more sexually frustrated, which made her a little snappy. This morning’s dream had been the best so far, which of course brought with it a new wave of desire to see him again.
She pulled into the grocery store parking lot, feeling slightly disappointed at another failed sighting, although she wasn’t sure what she expected. There were far too many people living in the city. Chances were she wouldn’t see him again, and if she did, it wouldn’t be while driving.
Kate grabbed her list and bag and headed into the store. She went about her normal routine and started in the produce section. Bag in hand, she looked over the bell peppers and racked her brain trying to remember what color her recipe had called for.
“I don’t know about you, but I never know the best way to pick out produce. It’s always been a mystery to me.”
Kate froze, hand outstretched. She knew that voice and the person that went with it. For a second she wondered if perhaps she’d imagined it—a side effect from dreaming about him so much lately. Then again, her dreams had not done the voice she had just heard justice; it was even better than she remembered.
She slowly turned toward him, hoping that her imagination wasn’t good enough to create an illusion. She looked up into his stunning blue eyes and couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face. She stared at him, standing there, looking positively delicious in his scrubs before she realized what she was doing.
He asked you a question, dummy. Now answer! her brain shouted at her. She tried to pull her eyes away from him so she could think coherently, but was unsuccessful.
“Umm … yeah, I know what you mean. Produce can be tricky,” she stammered, still locked in his gaze.
Ethan smiled. “I would go with the red ones. They always seem to be the sweetest.”
“What?” she asked in a daze, blinking.
Her blank stare made Ethan laugh. She was so lost in her thoughts that she seemed to not understand a word he’d said.
“I said you should go with the red bell peppers. They’re usually the sweetest,” he repeated, this time breaking eye contact with Kate long enough for her to regain her senses.
Upon realizing that she was blatantly staring, she dropped her eyes and felt a wave of embarrassment rush over her. Grabbing a plastic bag, she busied herself with the peppers in front of her and proceeded to shove them into the bag.
“So, what are you making?” he asked, hoping to start a conversation.
“The bell peppers are just for a salad. I’m actually making gnocchi for the main dish,” she said, while continuing to add peppers to her bag.
His eyes lit up. “Really?” Gnocchi was one of Ethan’s favorite dishes. For a split second, a vision flashed in his mind. Kate stood beside him in the kitchen as they worked together. It only lasted a second, but it was perfect.
“Yeah, it’s one of my favorites, although you can’t really go wrong with Italian food. It’s Logan’s favorite too, so I’m hoping it turns out okay.”
The excitement Ethan felt just a moment before faded as her words registered in his mind. He hadn’t thought that perhaps she had a boyfriend and was unavailable. “Oh … well, I hope it turns out,” he said with a smile.
“Thanks. After all, what are friends for, right?” Kate clarified. “His girlfriend—my best friend Sophie—can’t cook to save her life. Every so often, I offer to make them all a home cooked meal, and it saves her the task of attempting to make his
Last night as she lay in bed, she thought of ways that she could ‘accidentally’ bump into him at the hospital. After realizing all of them were ridiculous, not to mention pointless, because he already had a girlfriend, she finally gave up and fell asleep, only to dream of him again. Dreams that had started out pretty tame were getting more intense. She found herself waking up every morning feeling more and more sexually frustrated, which made her a little snappy. This morning’s dream had been the best so far, which of course brought with it a new wave of desire to see him again.
She pulled into the grocery store parking lot, feeling slightly disappointed at another failed sighting, although she wasn’t sure what she expected. There were far too many people living in the city. Chances were she wouldn’t see him again, and if she did, it wouldn’t be while driving.
Kate grabbed her list and bag and headed into the store. She went about her normal routine and started in the produce section. Bag in hand, she looked over the bell peppers and racked her brain trying to remember what color her recipe had called for.
“I don’t know about you, but I never know the best way to pick out produce. It’s always been a mystery to me.”
Kate froze, hand outstretched. She knew that voice and the person that went with it. For a second she wondered if perhaps she’d imagined it—a side effect from dreaming about him so much lately. Then again, her dreams had not done the voice she had just heard justice; it was even better than she remembered.
She slowly turned toward him, hoping that her imagination wasn’t good enough to create an illusion. She looked up into his stunning blue eyes and couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face. She stared at him, standing there, looking positively delicious in his scrubs before she realized what she was doing.
He asked you a question, dummy. Now answer! her brain shouted at her. She tried to pull her eyes away from him so she could think coherently, but was unsuccessful.
“Umm … yeah, I know what you mean. Produce can be tricky,” she stammered, still locked in his gaze.
Ethan smiled. “I would go with the red ones. They always seem to be the sweetest.”
“What?” she asked in a daze, blinking.
Her blank stare made Ethan laugh. She was so lost in her thoughts that she seemed to not understand a word he’d said.
“I said you should go with the red bell peppers. They’re usually the sweetest,” he repeated, this time breaking eye contact with Kate long enough for her to regain her senses.
Upon realizing that she was blatantly staring, she dropped her eyes and felt a wave of embarrassment rush over her. Grabbing a plastic bag, she busied herself with the peppers in front of her and proceeded to shove them into the bag.
“So, what are you making?” he asked, hoping to start a conversation.
“The bell peppers are just for a salad. I’m actually making gnocchi for the main dish,” she said, while continuing to add peppers to her bag.
His eyes lit up. “Really?” Gnocchi was one of Ethan’s favorite dishes. For a split second, a vision flashed in his mind. Kate stood beside him in the kitchen as they worked together. It only lasted a second, but it was perfect.
“Yeah, it’s one of my favorites, although you can’t really go wrong with Italian food. It’s Logan’s favorite too, so I’m hoping it turns out okay.”
The excitement Ethan felt just a moment before faded as her words registered in his mind. He hadn’t thought that perhaps she had a boyfriend and was unavailable. “Oh … well, I hope it turns out,” he said with a smile.
“Thanks. After all, what are friends for, right?” Kate clarified. “His girlfriend—my best friend Sophie—can’t cook to save her life. Every so often, I offer to make them all a home cooked meal, and it saves her the task of attempting to make his
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