Page 131 of Intense
“Thanks, Dr. Qui–”
I spin to face him with a scowl.
“Dr. Miller,” I correct him with a smile.
He’s flustered as he continues to scrub his hands and arms.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean… It just slipped.”
I roll my eyes.
“It’s fine,” I tell him as I head out of the door.
As it swings open, I find Finn standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall opposite me with his arms crossed.
My body heats up just with one look.
“Mrs. Quinn.” He grins.
Fuck, it does sound good with his Irish accent.
“Dr. Quinn,” I say back, full of sugar.
He pushes himself off the wall and falls into step with me as we head to our offices.
“How was your day off?” I ask.
The one that came out of the blue, that wasn’t documented anywhere.
“Very nice. London is a favorite of mine.”
I nod along.
“Yes. I bet you had lots of champagne and caviar.” He comes to a stop, and so do I, spinning to face him.
“Did you miss me?” he whispers, beckoning me over with his finger.
And my feet walk me towards him by their own accord.
Until I’m right in front of him, looking up at him through my lashes.
“Like a hole in the side of my head.” I smile with my teeth.
Truth is, I did. I’m not sure who I am without him.
“Ah, so I leave a lasting impression on my wife.”
I step back just as some of our colleagues walk past.
“We shouldn’t be friendly like this in front of people.”
That earns me a chuckle.
“Having a conversation is too friendly, Stephanie? Well, good job no one can see what plays out in my brain every time I see you.”
I glance around me, relaxing once it’s quiet again. I’m playing with fire.
“And what do you see when you look at me, Dr. Quinn?”
