The stressful phone call wipes her out mentally and physically. She walks a bit further to, her now favorite hang-out, the corner coffee shop. After receiving her caramel latte and chocolate croissant, Rachel returns to the hospital. The decadent mixture of caffeine, chocolate, and caramel, lifts her spirits and empowers her with a burst of “can-do” attitude.
Her mind flutters with inspirational thoughts and scripture. The positive, uplifting thinking allows her mind to explode with optional types of treatments and hospitals. Because of this newfound optimism, she feels, deep in her heart, Brooks will defeat the enemy invading his body. Lost in her thoughts she blows through the hospital rotating glass doors. In fact, she pushes the door, with such force, it spins harder than intended and tosses her into the hospital lobby and straight into a pair of muscular welcoming arms.
With the last bite of her delicious croissant hanging from her mouth, Rachel struggles to keep a grip on her latte as she enjoys pressing her cheek against the hard wall of an extremely nice chest. Eye level with a rippling bicep she decides if she’s going to land somewhere this is a really nice place to land.
Her eyes lower to a jean-clad thigh begging to be released from its tight, faded denim. Her mind races. Please let the face be half as nice as the other parts of his anatomy. Attempting to upright herself, even though she actually hates leaving his embrace, she says, “I am incredibly sorry. I guess I don’t know—”
Her eyes land on a pair of luscious lips she quickly recognizes, without a doubt.
“—my own strength. Marcus, oh my gracious, it seems you are always coming to my rescue.”
A smile spreads from ear to ear across his gorgeous face while Rachel absorbs him from head to toe. The man is handsome in his white doctor’s coat, but holy mackerel, Dr. Dreamy in a pair of worn jeans, cowboy boots, and a yellow, blue, and white plaid, starched, snap front, dress shirt is lethal. She blushes when she realizes the way she’s devouring him with her eyes.
“Are you all right?” he inquires, tucking her hair behind her ear. The small, intimate act sends a chill through her shaky frame. She’s about to answer his question when his index finger strokes across the bottom of her lip. Rachel moans. Yes, moans—loudly. Her mouth falls open and her eyes close as she relishes his tender touch.
“You had chocolate smeared on your lip.” Waking from her not so silent orgasmic experience, her startled eyes fly open. He smiles, before placing his finger in his mouth. Rachel stumbles backwards. Holy crap! Her body, which has been dormant from the waist down, dances to life. It takes everything in her not to grab his finger and swallow it whole. What the heck!
Marcus delights in the effect he’s having on the beautiful brunette.
Rachel remains speechless and extremely embarrassed.
“Rachel?” His smile is so wide it’s about to break his face. His hands happily stroke up and down her arms.
Finally she responds, “Oh. I am sorry—so sorry. I have tons of thoughts racing through my mind—about Brooks—of course.” She blushes.
“Of course.” There’s that smile again. Rachel knows she isn’t fooling him.
“I really should get going.”
“Glad to see you’re eating and getting fresh air.”
She walks toward the elevators mumbling, “Thanks.”
“I’ll see you two tomorrow morning.”
She enters the elevator. After pushing her floor, she rakes her eyes the length of the gorgeous doctor. A man should not be allowed to be physically fabulous and a doctor! “Yes,” she says.
“I’m sorry about this morning and the delay.”
The elevator doors are closing as she blurts, “I’m sure you’re worth the wait.”