Page 13 of Legacy of Danger
"Wyatt? He can't take a hint."
"I didn't like how he looked at you."
"And it's your business because...?" How fabulous would her life be with someone like Vaughn who cared about her wellbeing?
The lines of his uncompromising face became harder. One curt dip of his hard chin. "No reason."
Right. Because she had totally read into every bit of the tingly feels she got around him. Not like she didn't have a track record for misunderstanding men. Case in point, last boyfriend. Two years invested, mountains of disappointment, ending in the statement that she didn't fit into his vision of a future. Oh, and don't forget his ultimatum about her career. Hell of a blind spot, not seeing that one coming.
What about her over-the-top reaction to Wyatt's encroaching on her personal space? Always came back to how that damned horrific past haunted her. One day, maybe her experience in that awful place wouldn't color every part of her life in shades of brown plywood. Not today, though. She sighed, tugging at the stethoscope hanging around her neck.
"Uh, thank you for taking care of my family," Vaughn broke the awkward silence.
Her head whipped up at the sudden warmth in his tone. All right. He could ricochet from intense and brooding to appreciative. Fine, she could keep up. "Sure thing. So... I should probably get this mess cleaned and then go check on my patients."
"Let me help. I'm the morning shift staying here today, so I don't have any place else to go. We can chat more when you see Shelby."
Great. Exactly what she did not want: him monitoring her every move as she examined his family member. Even now, his proximity felt like a hand resting an inch from her shoulder. Not touching her, but present.
Not exactly threatening, though, was it? More like... waiting.
