He sighed. “Damn it, you’ve been thinking and now you’re having doubts.”
“I haven’t been thinking,” I protested.
“You’re a doctor. When do you everstopthinking?”
“Good point.”
“Tell me what’s going on in your head.”
I nibbled my lip. “You’re a biker.”
“Yeah.”
“We live in two different cities.”
“So?”
“Who can afford the commute time? How is that going to work?”
“You think too much. Did you have fun the other night?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Do you want to get to know me better?”
I sighed and then reluctantly nodded.
“Then come out with me and have some food and don’t worry about the other stuff.”
“Says the guy who ignored me for a week because he was trying to talk himself out of asking me on a date.”
“I had to weigh the pros and cons,” he said with a casual shrug.
“The pros and cons of what?”
“Getting involved with a woman who’s high maintenance, darlin’. I just had to decide if I wanted to put up with that shit.”
“High maintenance? I’m not high maintenance.”
He raised his brows and looked me up and down, smirking. “Yeah, okay.”
“I’mnot!” I insisted.
“So, a part of you isn’t worried about the fact that you’re slumming it?”
“Slumming it? Is that what you think I’m doing?”
Boxer shrugged. “Can’t say one way or the other, but it seems to me like you’re a little rich girl slumming it with a biker as a sort of test drive for rebellion.”
I glared at him. “For the record, if I was going to rebel, I would’ve done it in my teens like a normal person. Furthermore, I never once thought of you andslumming itin the same thought. I want to go out with you because you make me laugh, and you kiss like a prisoner on death row.”
He shot me a lopsided grin. “Fine, you don’t have to beg me, Doc. I’ll date you.”
“Shut up, Boxer.”
With a laugh, he dipped his head. His lips brushed mine as if saying hello. I opened to him and let his taste and smell overwhelm me.
I’d never met a man like him. He had such confidence and assurance, and I knew he was toying with me, but I wanted him to.