“Yes,” she agreed. “Very nice. We should do it again sometime.”
His blue eyes caught hers and twinkled with mischief.
“Talk, that is,” she clarified, giving him a scolding look that might have carried more weight if she hadn’t been smiling.
“You free tomorrow night?”
Tomorrow night? Would he want to see her after she told him about Ryan tonight?
She had to hope for the best.
“Once this hard-working heart surgeon finishes with me, I’m free.”
“And if he doesn’t finish with you?” He picked up his wineglass and finished off the contents, but his eyes never left hers.
What was he saying?
Her heart thudded in her chest, so she couldn’t catch her breath.
“Then I’m his and wouldn’t be able to make other plans.”
“My guess…” he leaned forward “…is that this heart surgeon is a pretty intelligent guy.”
“Brilliant,” Kimberly agreed.
“If he’s that smart, he’s not going to let you go that easily.”
Oh, he’d let her go quite easily fifteen years ago, but she just smiled because thinking about the past would ruin the beauty of the moment.
“Which means you shouldn’t make other plans for tomorrow night.”
“Are you on call?” She asked the magic question that came from having worked with and dated doctors in the past.
“Not until Sunday.”
Sunday. She’d be back in Atlanta by Saturday evening.
That meant they had two nights without interruption.
What was she thinking? Nights?
It wasn’t as if she was going to spend those two nights with him. After all, she expected him to be angry when he learned about Ryan, but once he calmed down, surely he’d see why she’d made the choices she had.
She had to believe he’d understand. For Ryan’s sake, if nothing else.
The waiter reappeared and left the bill on the table. Before Kimberly could pick it up, Daniel did.
“I’ll pay.”
His brow lifted. “Is this a business meal, then?”
She knew what he was asking. Knew that he was allowing her to define their current relationship before they went to her room, but they both knew they’d crossed that invisible line a long time ago. Nothing between them could ever be just business.
“No,” she answered honestly. “Tonight was personal, but I’ll still pay.”
He dropped several notes onto the table. “How personal?”
Kimberly didn’t squirm, although she might have if she’d thought it would help give her the strength to hold his gaze. “Tonight was about me and you.”