He thought about saying he’d text after he checked his schedule but figured locking up a time now was probably wiser. “Seven again?”
“Sure.”
“Okay,” he said, picking up his briefcase.
For a moment, they simply stared at each other, neither moving nor speaking. And it struck Jake that although awkward exits seemed odd to him, they might be the norm for her. Or maybe she was as conflicted as he was about their arrangement. Maybe she was running a wide range of options branching out from this moment through her brain, like he was.
Her gaze lowered to his mouth, and her cheeks tinted pink. Immediately, she opened the door to the exam room and stepped into the hallway.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Jacob,” she shot over her shoulder, striding toward the front door, face still flushed.
Yep. She was considering options, too.
“Jake,” he said. “My friends call me Jake.” But his clients didn’t. He swallowed hard. What the hell was he thinking?
She smiled and opened the front door, and they both stood there awkwardly again for a moment. Why was goodbye so uncomfortable for her? She dropped her gaze to his mouth again, and the answer became very clear. It wasn’t just her. He was acting awkward, too, and he knew exactly why.
He didn’twantto say goodbye. He wanted to kiss her, and she wanted the same thing.
He was so screwed.
Client, he reminded himself as the scent of her peach shampoo haunted him all the way down the block.