Page 45 of Doc Showmance
“Does this mean you guys aren’t dating?” Wade asked, filling the doorway. Hope lit up his face.
“Oh, my, God,” I muttered. “Wade, you and I are not going on a date. Friends? Fine. Dating? No. I still want to be Mac’s doctor.”
“Oh. Got it, Doc.” Wade’s face fell.
A sly smile spread across Ian’s face. He leaned in faster than I could react. His lips pressed against mine. One kiss. Two. Three. His tongue swept across my lips as if seeking access.
This was way more than a fake peck.
I was too shocked to respond one way or another. By the time I realized Ian had remarkable kissing skills and started to consider maybe I’d like the full Ian kissing experience with tongue, he pulled away.
My now mushy mind couldn’t process what just happened.
Ian Todd kissed me? In public. With my brother a few feet away.
He leaned in to whisper into my ear, “See, wecankiss without you…you know.” My brain delightfully added “puking” to the end of that. I expected this to come with a classic Ian condescending smirk, but it didn’t. His eyes smoldered as if stopping this kiss had come at a high price, as if he wanted to keep going.
Maybe that last part came straight out of my imagination. I was no pro on reading this man.
Oh, crap. We had an audience. This wasn’t only about the two of us navigating something that felt like it was becoming more complicated. This was about public perception.
Bruno’s jaw hung open to the point I saw barely chewed carrot bits—gross.
“Maybe you should go before Bruno starts throwing you twenty questions.” I took his hand and dragged him to the door.
“You sure you can field questions by yourself?” The little furrow between his eyebrows was cute.
“This is my house. If people piss me off, I kick them out.”
“Like you’re doing to me?”
“I’m escorting you to safety so you don’t try to kiss me again.”
“Who’s being a coward?”
I shoved him out the door and shut it behind him. I turned and jumped to find Bruno in my space.
“We’re so talking about that,” Bruno said. “Right now.”
“Nope.” I shook my head. “I didn’t ask you about the woman with the Camaro that you went on a couple dates with a few months ago.”
He paled and backed up a step.
I bit back a smile. “The one with the big red hair and animal print fetish who sucked your toes on my front steps.”
“You saw that?” he squeaked out.
“It’s my house. I was going to wheel the garbage to the curb and… It’s enough with Joley’s men parading naked or half-dressed through my place at all hours of the night. Now, I’ve got you getting your toes sucked off on my front porch. You want me to say what else I saw out there?”
He shook his head.
“We’re good?” I waited for him to nod. “We’re not talking about this. I’m going to his place for Thanksgiving. End of discussion. He’s not going to be sleeping over.”
“You going to his place, then?”
“Does that question mean you’re ready to discuss what else I saw you two doing on my front steps?”
“No. I’m good.” He slammed his lips together.
