A Date With Dr Moustakas. Amy Ruttan
no choice—because I can’t have you cut your feet up walking back down to the clinic, nor have you savaged by a wandering goat.” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth when he saw her eyes widen.
“Goats?”
He laughed. “I’ll do it. What do I need to do, though?”
“Just think of something romantic to do with whoever wins the date. You were always pretty good at that.”
A blush rose in her cheeks and his blood heated. He loved it when she blushed, and it made him feel good that he still had some kind of effect on her after all this time.
She was the only woman he’d ever cared about. Even though he’d been completely stubborn and too pigheaded back then to see it.
And now it was too late.
Is it?
“Come on, let’s get you back to the clinic,” he said, heading back to the scooter.
“Before I’m savaged by a goat?” she teased.
“Yeah.”
Naomi stumbled over some of the small rocks on this section of the road and without thinking he closed the distance between them and scooped her up, carrying her the short distance back to the scooter.
She was blushing again.
“This...” she whispered as he sat her down on the back of the scooter.
“What?”
“Sweep the winner off her feet. You’re good at that too.”
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