Today, that was enough.
“HI, WELCOME TO KINNECTIONS—Wolfe? What are you doing here?”
Oh, he wanted to strangle her.
He strode over to the receptionist’s desk, where those wide navy blue eyes looked innocent. He was used to seeing her in scrubs or jeans, so the sexy black lace top and flash of bare leg from her skirt threw him off for a moment. Her usual ponytail had been replaced by curls flying free over her shoulders. Chestnut waves flopped over one eye, which looked annoying but damn seductive. Flirty. Definitely not like the Gen he knew.
He laid both palms flat on the desk and leaned over. “I think the better question is, what are you doing here?”
She gave a pout. Was she wearing lipstick? He wouldn’t have pegged her to wear a bold color, but the rich, coffee-colored lipstick clung to her mouth and tempted a man to try a sip.
What the hell was he thinking?
“You’re in a mood. I work here now.”
His temper rose another notch. “You’re a doctor. Why aren’t you at the hospital?”
She shifted in the chair. “I quit.”
He turned. “I’m going to kill the son of a bitch. Wait here.”
Wolfe took a few steps before she scrambled and skid ahead of him, blocking his exit. “Kate already tried twice. Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but it’s for the best. There was an incident and I realized I won’t be able to work there.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? I get a text saying you’re working late, then staying at Kate’s. You refuse to answer my calls, and when I finally get in touch with Kate, she says you’re not with her. Crap, Gen, you gave me a heart attack! I’m stuck at the convention with a bunch of suits and couldn’t get to you. What incident?”
“A patient thing. I needed some time alone and didn’t want to bother anyone.”
Wolfe gritted his teeth and prayed for calm. “You’re not a bother. You’re my friend.”
Her face softened and she grabbed his arms. Her fingers lay directly over the thin leather that covered his wrists, but the heat from her touch still burned. “I know. You have to understand how I’ve been feeling lately. Like a whiny, pitying, weak female. Suddenly I’m doing all these crazy things and I broke. I’m better now, but thank you.”
Her patronizing words made him more enraged. He still wasn’t sure why. Her self-imposed isolation drove him nuts, but the thought of her turning to someone else was much worse. He wanted to shake her until she understood how important she was. “You’re not better. I refuse to let that asshole push you out when you were born to be a surgeon. You can’t work at a matchmaking agency. It’s totally beneath you.”
The softness disappeared and turned to fire. She practically growled like a she-cat. “Who the heck are you to judge me or Kinnections! Did you suddenly turn into a snob, O playboy turned millionaire hotel magnate?”
Wolfe fought not to flush. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m just saying you were meant to save lives, not make matches!”
She sniffed like it was a reasonable argument. “I disagree. This may be my true calling after all. I’m tired of stress and medicine and decisions that are life-and-death. I’m going to have fun. Who knows? Maybe I’ll even find real love.”
Irritation scraped him like a Brillo pad. “You’ll get bored of this place in a week.”
She stuck out her tongue. Was she serious? “No, I won’t. And I’m not quitting till I help make a great match for someone. I need to be around magic and hope. Hey, want to sign up? Kate says if I get clients on my own I get a recruitment bonus.”
He stared at her. “Are you kidding me? No, I’m not signing up for Kinnections. Listen, I’ll help you get transferred to another hospital. I can make some calls—I know some guy in Albany who’s high up the ladder. You can’t leave your residency when you worked so hard. We’ll fix this.”
“There’s nothing to fix. This is my job now and you’ll have to get used to it.” The phone rang and she brightened. “Gotta get that.”
Wolfe watched her run to the phone and lean over the desk. The skirt stretched over her full rear, rode up her thighs, and left her indecent. She wobbled a bit on three-inch stilettos till she found her balance. For God’s sake, she never wore heels. Had Kennedy gotten ahold of her? Why was it so hot in here?
He dragged his fingers through his hair and listened to her chirp about some upcoming mixer at the Purple Haze. She gave a low little laugh that sounded suspiciously like a giggle. Oh yeah. Kennedy had definitely done something horrible to her. She hung up, wiggled back around, and tugged down the indecent minuscule fabric that constituted office wear. Even her perfume was different. The lingering sweet scent of peach mixed with a sharp citrus and musk that tantalized. Was she working here to find dates for herself? No, that wouldn’t be like her at all. She used to say she needed months to get over a relationship. A broken engagement would take at least a year.