The Doctor She Always Dreamed Of. Wendy S. Marcus
doctor,” he admitted, looking guilty. “But in my defense, you were giving me a pretty hard time.”
Not as hard as he deserved for not stepping up to take care of his mother like a good son should. His mother. Then it clicked. Him taking Kira to a rural location, his father knocking on the door. Her eyes went wide and she sucked in a breath. He didn’t! “I’m at your parents’ house? In West Guilderford?” Four hours from her home.
He just stood there.
“You really are insane.” She backed toward the door. “As in mentally unhinged and in need of inpatient psychiatric therapy. Immediately.”
“No. I’m not.”
“You kidnapped me!”
“Kidnapped you?” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Let’s talk about that, shall we?”
He seemed way too calm for a man on the verge of being arrested. Because he’s insane! Run while you can!
Kira lunged for the doorknob.
Showing amazing speed and agility, Derrick lunged too, grabbing the pepper spray and putting his full weight against the door to keep it closed. “Not so fast,” he said, looking down at her while keeping his shoulder pressed to the door. “You are not leaving this room thinking I kidnapped you.”
“Let’s look at the facts, shall we?” Kira held up her right index finger. “One. You followed me out to the bar last night. Two.” She added her middle finger. Hmmm. How to tactfully put it? “You lured me out of that bar under false pretenses.”
He actually had the nerve to laugh. “I did not lure you anywhere. I offered to take you for coffee and something to eat—”
“We both know you only said that to appease Connie.” Kira waved him off. “I offered you sex and you accepted my offer without ever intending to follow through.”
“No. I offered you coffee and something to eat and I had fully intended to follow through with that, but you refused to get out of the car when we got to the diner.”
“Because I wanted...”
“You wanted what?”
Sex, damn it. She’d wanted sex not coffee and not something to eat.
Based on his slow, sexy smile, he knew exactly what she’d wanted.
That, and the fact he hadn’t given it to her, pissed her off. So she pushed his chest. “Go to hell.”
“Help me out here,” he said. “Are you mad because you think I kidnapped you or because we didn’t have sex?”
Both! “You’re an ass.”
“Maybe,” he said. “But I’m not a kidnapper.”
“Then how, exactly, did I wind up here at your parents’ house, with no recollection of how I got here? I don’t recall you asking. And I don’t recall agreeing to come.”
“That can easily be explained by the amount of alcohol you drank last night.” With a tilted head and raised eyebrows he simply said, “You passed out.”
No. Kira shook her head. No way. She had never in her life consumed enough alcohol to pass out. “Fell asleep, maybe. But I most certainly did not pass out. Okay, let’s say you’re telling the truth and I fell asleep in your car.”
“I am telling the truth,” he said confidently, still blocking her escape.
“So there I am, asleep in your car, and all you can think to do is take me on the four hour drive up to your parents’ house?”
“What would you have liked me to do with you?” he challenged.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe take me to my home?” she yelled.
“You have no memory of what happened after we got to the restaurant, do you?”
No, not really.
“You don’t remember me going through your bag to find your wallet to find your driver’s license?”
Nope. “If I had seen you doing that I would have told you I don’t have a driver’s license.” She’d lived in New York City all her life and couldn’t afford to keep a car, so she’d never bothered to learn how to drive.
“I found a few college IDs, a bunch of credit cards, and insurance cards. But you know what I didn’t find?” He didn’t give her a chance to answer. “Anything with your current address on it.”
Very possible.
“So I tried your phone, hoping I could find a home number or Connie’s number.”
She winced. “You need a security code to access it.”
“Yes, you do.” He shifted his position so his back rested against the door. “And even though I could rouse you to ask, you weren’t giving up the code, any phone numbers, or your address. So there I sat, parked on Thirty-Eighth Street with a drunk woman fast asleep in my front seat.”
“You could have tried harder to wake me up.”
“Oh, I tried,” he said. “For the record, you are very cranky when your sleep is disturbed.”
That was true.
“So there I sat,” he repeated. “A drunk woman fast asleep in my front seat. No idea where she lived and unable to contact anyone on her phone while the minutes ticked by. I sat there for an hour, Kira. Then I tried to wake you again. You grumbled and complained in words I couldn’t understand. I asked where you lived. You refused to tell me. But you know what you did say, loud and clear?”
Kira wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
Too bad, because Derrick seemed intent on telling her. “You said, ‘Take me home with you. I want to go home with you.’ Over and over. So you know what? That’s exactly what I did. I brought you home with me.”
Kira narrowed her eyes. “I don’t believe you.”
He reached into the front pocket of his slacks and pulled out his cell phone, pressed a few buttons, then held out the screen for her to watch and listen to him trying to get her home address and her refusing to answer.
“You took a video of me?” And not a very flattering one. Yikes!
He nodded. “You seemed like the kind of woman who’d want proof.”
That she was. She’d glanced away from the screen but looked back in time to see and hear herself say, “I want to go home with you. Take me home with you.”
Kira turned to face the window. “I’m never drinking alcohol out in public again.”
Derrick walked up behind her. For some strange reason she didn’t feel at all threatened by his closeness. “I didn’t go down to the city planning to bring you up here. But I’d had every intention of heading up after I met with you. Family takes care of family. You were right. So I cleared my appointment schedule and got someone to cover for me so I could help my dad this weekend. I didn’t know what else to do with you. It was getting late. My dad was depending on me to be here this morning. So I brought you with me. As soon as I spend some time with my parents and help get Mom settled for the day, I’ll take you home.”
Kira turned to face him. “Thank you.”
“Now let’s go down and have some breakfast, then you can meet Mom, last I checked, she was still sleeping.”
Go down and have breakfast, as in with his father? Kira would rather starve. “Your father hates me.”
Derrick smiled. “He doesn’t hate you. As far as he knows you’re my friend Kira who wanted to come home with me this weekend.”
“Wanted? That’s a bit of a stretch, don’t you think?”
“We