“Having a shower. You look warmer. Feel better?”
“Uh-huh. You found the bathroom then. You’ve had a shower,” she said belatedly, noting his change of clothes.
“Yep.”
Right, so he probably thought she was acting like a completely brainless twit. Of course he’d found the bathroom. He’d had a shower.
“Sorry, I’m not used to being around people much.”
She nervously twisted at the long sleeves of her robe as he continued to fold her clothes. He picked up a bra and she let out a squeak, snatching it out of his hands. “Maybe I should do that.”
“I’m a doctor.” He snatched it back.
“So what?”
“I’ve seen bras. I’ve seen boobs. You haven’t got anything I haven’t seen or touched before.”
Was he talking about as a doctor? Or a lover? What would he be like in bed? Intense. She shivered a bit at the thought.
Stop, Caley.
“Do you guys have anyone you needed to call?”
“No, we’re good.”
“Really? No, Mrs. Cranky at home?”
She nearly groaned. Really, Caley? Why did you go and ask that?
Now he was going to think she was interested in him.
Aren’t you? Don’t you think he’s somewhat cute?
Okay, more than somewhat cute. And she had to admit that the idea he might have someone at home waiting for him filled her with disappointment. It wasn’t like she was looking for someone… it had just been so long since she’d been around another man for more than fi
ve minutes.
Is that why you’re attracted to Archer too?
“Mrs. Cranky?” he drawled.
Oh. Shit. In her anxiety over asking him about a possible significant other she’d failed to realize she’d called him by his nickname.
“Umm, can I rewind the last few minutes?”
“Nope. Mrs. Cranky? Meaning I’m Mr. Cranky.”
“No,” she replied.
He raised an eyebrow.
“You’re Dr. Cranky.”
“Seems like an apt nickname to me,” a deep voice spoke from close behind her. Too close. How had Archer managed to sneak up on her?
She turned slowly to look at him.
Please don’t let him be half-naked.