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“How about you let me worry about that. Shall I pick you up in two hours?”

Kimora glanced down at her watch and pushed off the counter. Her heart skipped a beat. Two hours. She could be ready by then. Going out with him would allow her to change his mind and put his patients back in her study.

She would do this for science.

Not the fact that he was one sexy-as-hell surgeon.

Not the fact that the sound of his voice was sending waves of desire through her.

And not even the fantasy of where the date could possibly go.

She would do this for the good of the patients who relied on her to probe her theory.

“I’ll text you my address,” she replied.

Chapter Four

She had actually agreed. Kane hadn’t thought Kimora would accept his offer of a date. What was a woman like her doing on the app? And how did the app know that they were a match? This was something he couldn’t explain.

But it didn’t matter. He was on his way to pick her up from her house. He’d made a call and was able to get them reservations at the Cleveland Steak Company. It just so happened that the owner was a patient of Kane’s. John had been trying to get Kane to come down to his restaurant for a while now. It paid to save a man’s life.

John Woods had come into the emergency room one night with severe back pain, nausea, and a rapid heart rate. Most people would have been sent home with prescription for pain medications and a referral to therapy for their back. Lucky enough, the emergency doctor who had been working that night was one of the best and had identified what was ailing John. He’d been diagnosed with an abdominal aorta aneurysm that was close to rupturing. Had he been sent home, John would have certainly died that night. Instead, he’d ended up in the operating room with Kane as his surgeon. Now he was living his life to the fullest and forever grateful to Kane.

But Kane didn’t do what he did so he could call in favors. It was seeing the smile on his patients’ and their wives’ faces during recovery that kept him doing what he did. His job was grueling, and he literally had patients’ lives in his hands when they went under the knife. He understood they put their trust in him, and he fought to become the best so he could continue to see his patients smile afterward.

Kane navigated his luxury sports vehicle through the city. The Cleveland Steak Company was an upscale restaurant. After getting off the phone with Kimora, he’d jumped in the shower and dressed in a nice pair of slacks, a button-down, and a blazer. For some strange reason, he wanted to look his best for Kimora. The woman always looked good in the hospital.

Prove it’s you, Kane.

He grinned at the sass that had come through the message. She’d had a right to be suspicious. The woman was highly intelligent, and one would never know who would be on the other end of a text message. The moment he’d read her response, the day she’d worn that red dress and those heels during her presentation came to mind. Dr. Kimora Tucker had been the smartest person in that room that day, and her research spoke for itself. The hospital had been lucky to recruit her. She was going to go places with her research. He had been fascinated with not only what she had been presenting, but there was just something about Kimora the woman.

That’s who he wanted to get to know.

He arrived at her home and pulled his vehicle into the driveway. He killed the engine and stared at her well-manicured yard and brick home that was located in the suburbs on the outskirts of Cleveland. He was a few minutes early. He hoped she didn’t mind. He exited the car and stalked to the porch. He took the few stairs and arrived at her door. He tugged on hisjacket sleeves to make sure they were in place before he pressed on the doorbell. He took a step back and waited.

Footsteps sounded, drawing near. Kane wondered what she would wear. He’d seen her around the hospital at times when she hadn’t even noticed he was there. She wore her white lab jacket most of the time while in the hospital, but it didn’t hide her sexy calf muscles that were highlighted by her heels.

His pants grew tight at the thought of her in heels. What would she look like with nothing but those damn heels of hers on?

The door flew open, and there she stood. Kane’s breath caught in his throat as he took her in through the screen door. Her dark curly hair was kept short, stopping around her ears. Her makeup was light, her lips painted a bright ruby red. Kane admired her black dress and the heels he knew she would be wearing.

“Kimora,” he murmured.

“Dr. Livingston?—”

“Seriously, Kimora?” He arched an eyebrow at her.

A small smile played on her lips. She tilted her head to the side, and it was then he stared at the column of her neck. He had the sudden urge to want to lean down and press his face to her and breathe in her scent.

“I mean, I don’t know you all like that.” She shrugged. She opened the door and stepped down onto the porch. She shut the door and locked it before turning back to face him.

“Then that means I should call you Dr. Tucker?” He reached out and took her hand in his. He entwined their fingers together and brought her close to him. Even with her heels, she was much shorter than him. He gazed down into her big brown eyes that held a slight twinkle in them.

“I mean, you could. I wouldn’t correct you. I worked hard for that degree.” Her smile widened.

He took notice that she hadn’t stepped away from him or taken her hand back. The slight floral aroma of her perfume reached him. He inhaled sharply and felt a stirring deep inside for this woman. She was gorgeous, intelligent, and currently standing in front of him.

“Well, then, Dr. Tucker, I hope you have brought your appetite.”

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