cheek.
ââNight, sis.â How could she understand him so well? Sometimes better than he understood himself.
After Diana walked into her bedroom and closed the door, it was impossible to concentrate on the mock investigations and battles of his game.
If he had any sense, he would stop wondering about Melissa. But it was difficult, given the impression sheâd made. Months ago, she had been strong enough to confront his sister and convince Diana to look for a missing Ryder. When faced with Ryderâs injuries, Melissa had been capable and unafraid. But after the crisis was over, the pain hidden behind her competent façade had called out to him. Heâd tried to soothe her emotional wounds, and theyâd ended up making love.
Not that he considered himself shallow, but he had noticed more than her vulnerability. Melissaâs eyesâ dios, but he could spend hours looking into her changeling blue eyes. A deep, dark slate-gray with worry. Bright and sparkling with bits of aquamarine when she was happy, as she had been in those unguarded moments the morning after.
She had a dimple when she smiled, and although her smile was sometimes hesitant, as if she didnât experience it often, it lit up a face that was stunning in a healthy, blond, California-girl kind of way.
Sebastian couldnât deny that heâd remembered on more than one occasion what she had tasted like when he kissed her. How her compact, curvy body had felt pressed to his. What she looked like without herâ¦
He groaned as his nether regions sprang to life as they did way too often when he thought about Melissa. He heard a door opening, sat up slightly and grabbed a pillow, which he placed on his lap to hide his erection. A second later, Diana strolled into the room.
She was rubbing her hands together, as if she had just put on some lotion, and she had changed into her pajamas. âStill up?â she asked when she noticed him on the couch.
Oh, he was up, but not in a way heâd admit to his sister. â SÃ , still awake. Trying to figure out a problem.â
Diana gave him a puzzled look, her brows furrowed together. âNeed help?â
Sputtering, Sebastian quickly replied, âNo, thanks. I think Iâve figured out what to do.â And the truth was he suddenly knew where to begin.
Chapter 3
M elissa had been with her patient for the last hour, trying to be of comfort as the young girl went through her first treatment for a rare blood disorder. There was a crick in the small of Melissaâs back from sitting in the chair by the girlâs bedside and, after, helping shift her into another bed so she could return to her room.
It didnât matter that Melissa had missed lunch. She hadnât really been hungry, and her fifteen-year-old patient was nervous and needed a little support. Besides, Melissaâs afternoon was light, appointmentwise. She could grab a quick bite later, before rounds. As she reached her office, she heard the phone ringing and raced inside.
âDr. Danvers.â
âHello, Doc,â Sebastian said.
Anger rose up in her as she recalled their encounter of the night before. Color her stupid, but sheâd been counting on him to help without hesitation. âHave you made up your mind yet?â
âDirect and to the point. Right, Doc?â
Melissa shook her head at her own abruptness and tried to smooth things over. After all, she needed this manâs assistance. âPlease donât call me Doc . It always makes me feel as if I should be balding and hanging out with six dwarves. Iâm short, but not that short.â
Sebastian chuckled and she was able to picture his grin in her mind. That was not good. She shouldnât be remembering that much about this man. âMelissa, then. I wanted to talk about the help you needed. Maybe even share a latte kind of boost.â
âI could use some caffeine,â she said, although what she was