Dr. Steadman inspects the damage and shrugs. “It’s nothing. Probably happened en route.”
Although I would love to take the out, I’m an honest kind of gal. “I’m pretty sure it was me.”
“En route,” he says firmly.
“Are you sure?”
“Very sure. Don’t worry about it.” He pats my hand. “Did you know your eyes change from brown to green when you’re anxious?”
“Actually, they’re hazel. I think the color change is just a trick of the light.”
“Whatever it is, you have beautiful eyes, Lily.”
My cheeks heat to what feels like one thousand degrees. Dr. Steadman thinks I have beautiful eyes. Did I hit my head during the fall and wake up in an alternate universe? I can’t even remember the last time Chris complimented me.
“Um . . . thank you.” I pull a return slip from under the counter. “If you want to return the package to the sender in exchange for a new one, you’ll need to fill in one of these. I’m happy to cover the cost. After all, it’s my—”
“Why don’t you keep it?” He slides the package across the counter. “I think it’s something you and Chris might enjoy.”
“Why? What is it?”
“Something naughty.” He gives me a slow, lazy, suggestive smile and my knees go weak. Once upon a time, Chris looked at me like that, but those days are long gone.