Priceless(12)

In little more than a week, Beth had come to count on him dropping by far more than she should. While he’d shown no evidence of being attracted to her, he was giving her more attention than she’d expected from him.

Now, at the rap on her office door near the research lab, Beth glanced at the clock and saw that it was just past six. That was when Mack usually stopped in.

“Yes?” she said, fighting the little flash of heat that licked through her as she anticipated seeing him for a few minutes.

Her office door cracked open and, as expected, Mack peered around the edge. “Busy?”

Just this once she should tell him yes. That would be the smart thing to do. These brief little visits were beginning to feel too right, as if her day would be somehow incomplete without them.

“I have a few minutes,” she said instead, telling herself that there was nothing wrong with indulging herself in the company of a sexy man in the privacy of her office. It didn’t mean a thing. It just proved she was a woman, something she tended to forget when she was caught up in the whirlwind of her job.

“Long enough to go for coffee?” he asked, his expression hopeful. “I could really use a jolt of caffeine. It’s been a long day, and I still have a dinner thing at eight.”

This was something new. Beth wasn’t sure what to make of the invitation. In her office, on her turf, she felt confident and in control of the situation. Even in a setting as thoroughly unromantic as the hospital cafeteria, with Mack buying her coffee she had a feeling that the balance of power between them would somehow shift.

Mack grinned at her hesitation. “I’m asking you to go for coffee, Doc. I swear I won’t try to seduce you behind the vending machines.”

“I was just thinking about everything I have to do before I can get out of here tonight,” she fibbed.

Mack’s grin spread. “If you’re going to make a long night of it, then you need the coffee as much as I do.”

“You’re right,” she said, telling herself that any other reply would make her seem churlish and ungrateful. After all, this man was coming here almost daily to bolster the spirits of one of her patients. The least she could do in return was share a cup of coffee with him. “I’ll buy.”

Her offer seemed to amuse him, but he stood aside as she brushed past him, then he closed her office door behind them.

As they walked through the hospital corridors, Beth noticed the stares of the nurses, which were accompanied by more than a few whispers. This, she realized, was what she’d feared about being seen with Mack. She needed to command respect among the staff, not be the subject of speculative gossip.

“Doesn’t that sort of thing get old?” she asked as they passed another cluster of gaping females.

“What?” Mack asked blankly.

“The women staring at you, speculating about you, looking you over as if you were a piece of meat.”

He shrugged. “I don’t really notice it anymore.”

Beth couldn’t decide if that was ego talking or a weird kind of humility. In fact, she was beginning to think there were a lot of fascinating contradictions in Mack Carlton. Worse, she was beginning to want to unravel them.

He studied her with a penetrating look. “I’m sorry if it bothers you. It didn’t occur to me that you being seen with me around here might stir up talk. Would you rather go somewhere else?”

She shook her head. “No, the cafeteria’s fine. I don’t have time for anything else.”

As they approached the line, he regarded her with concern. “Have you eaten?”

“No, but I’ll grab something later or take a sandwich back to my office.”

He glanced at the board of specials. “Come on. They have meat loaf. How can you pass that up?”

Beth chuckled. “I’ve had it before. Trust me, it is not like anything you ever had at home.”

“Ah, then no to the meat loaf.” He glanced along the display of prepared foods. “The salads look fresh.” Before she could decline, he reached for two and put them on a tray, then added two bowls of soup. “Crackers?”

Giving up the fight, Beth nodded. “Sure, but I thought you were going to dinner at eight.”

“I am. Rubber chicken and a lot of schmoozing. I’ll be lucky to get a couple of bites. Believe me, this is a lot more appetizing, and the company is a thousand percent better.”

Beth tried not to feel flattered by the compliment, but it warmed her just the same. No wonder Mack had women falling at his feet. His charm was instinctive and natural, not the phony kind of lines she would have expected him to utter. He was slipping right past her natural wariness.