back to our immediate problem. What do we do about the meddlers?”
“Stay alert. Let them do their thing, I guess,” she suggested, though she was unconvinced that the strategy would work.
“Seriously?”
“It’ll make them happy to try,” she said, “and there’s nothing that says we have to get with the program, right?”
He held her gaze for a minute, just long enough for a spark of sexual tension to sizzle between them. “Nothing,” he agreed, though he too sounded a little unsure of himself when he said it.
Samantha held out her hand. “Friends, right? We have a deal.”
Ethan took her hand in his. She couldn’t help noticing that his grip was strong, his fingers long and slender. It was the sure and steady hand of a surgeon.
“We have a deal,” he said.
He was awfully slow to release her hand. When he did, his eyes were troubled.
“Everything okay?” she asked.
“Sure.”
“Ethan, I thought being straight with each other was an implied part of our bargain,” she scolded.
He gave her a rueful look. “I have this odd premonition that we’ve just made a fool’s bargain.”
“Oh?”
“I’m thinking that unless we’re very, very careful, we’re going to blow this whole friendship thing to smithereens,” he said direly.
Samantha had to fight to hide the laugh that bubbled up at his unmistakable frustration, because the truth was, on some level, that was the best news she’d heard in a very long time.
4
“So, when are you seeing her again?” Greg asked Ethan as they drove back to the clinic. There was no mistaking the spark of mischief in his eyes as he spoke.
Ethan frowned at him. “No idea what you’re talking about,” he insisted.
“You and Samantha. Don’t even try to deny that something happened when the two of you were out on the deck. You came back looking like two cats that had managed to dine on some very tasty canaries.”
“What a lovely analogy,” Ethan commented. “You obviously have a poet’s way with words.”
“Not exactly the point,” Greg said. “Let’s stick to the accuracy of my assessment. When are the two of you getting together again?”
“Whenever circumstances dictate,” Ethan said irritably.
Suddenly Greg’s eyes lit up as if he’d just discovered the secrets of the universe. “And you’re not happy about waiting for those circumstances to roll around, are you? Oh boy, I knew it! You’ve got the hots for her.”
“Once more you’re demonstrating your way with words,” Ethan grumbled. “I do not have the hots for anybody. Turns out she’s a nice woman, not at all what I expected.”
“Beautiful, too. Do not try to tell me you didn’t notice. Otherwise I’m going to have to check your vital signs the second we get back to the clinic.”
“I noticed,” Ethan said tightly. “Will you please drop this?”
“I’m thinking I probably shouldn’t,” Greg said cheerfully. “I’m thinking you need me to be a thorn in your side, a burr under your butt, as it were, until you finally get back in the dating game.”
“Dating is not a game I want to play,” Ethan claimed, though he was clearly not convincing his friend. He’d been happily protecting his heart for a good long time now. He saw no reason for that to change. The last time he’d taken a risk on love, it hadn’t worked out so well.
“Ah, but sometimes life just comes along and gives you an unexpected chance to reach for your heart’s desire, ready or not,” Greg said. “A smart man seizes those moments.”
Ethan scowled at him. “Heart’s desire? Game? Which is it? How exactly do you see this going?”
“What I see isn’t important,” Greg insisted. “What do you see? And do not try to tell me you’re oblivious to the possibilities.”
“I see disaster waiting to happen,” Ethan said with a level of frustration he hadn’t felt in months, maybe not even years. Shouldn’t he have a better grip on his own blasted destiny? Surely it was just a matter of willpower. If he wanted to resist Samantha, he could do it, the same way he’d avoided every other entanglement since Lisa had so unceremoniously dumped him. Of course, it didn’t help that his friend refused to let the matter drop.
“Because you’re not really attracted to her?” Greg persisted.
“No,” he bit out.
“Because you don’t think she’s attracted to you?”
He recalled the look that had simmered between them more than once on the deck. Whatever she’d said about friendship, she was interested in more, no question about it. Was he insane for not taking her up on it? After all, it