by Jill Shalvis
“That’s panic.”
“I’m not panicked.”
“Oh, you’re panicked,” he said. “You’re panicked and braced for the I-love-you stuff.”
“Oh my God.” She put her hands to her temples. “Okay, I’m panicked.” Even with the spots and her blurry vision, his grin came through loud and clear.
“Let me put you out of your misery, Lizzy. I love you.”
“I thought we were just—” She held up a hand. “Okay, you know what? I need to sit down.”
So she did. She sat right there in the hallway and leaned back against the wall, staring up at the man who’d turned her world upside down.
He crouched in front of her.
Above them, from the other side of the nurse’s station, came a scrambling sound as her co-workers and Cristina hopped up on the desk for a better view.
“You don’t know what you’re doing, if you’re leaving—”
“Speak up,” Cristina demanded, curling a hand around her ear. “Trying to eavesdrop here.”
“My life,” Lizzy said to her and the others, all now in danger of falling off the desk.
“Hey, if you wanted privacy, you should have gone to lunch.”
“I’m not leaving town,” Jason said.
Her heart caught. “You’re not?”
“I know you are, but I don’t care. L.A. isn’t that far and—”
“I’m not leaving, either.” She lifted a shoulder. “I’m happy here.”
His smile was warm and melting. “Happy is good.” He took her hand. “You were the first person to ask me what I wanted. Hell, I hadn’t even asked myself.” He put her hand on his chest, and beneath his shirt she could feel the steady drum of his heart. “You make me think, Lizzy. You make me remember that I have wants and hopes and dreams for myself. I want to stay. I want to wear a tool belt and renovate houses with Dustin. I want to get a big, slobbery dog. I want a relationship that lasts longer than a couple of hours. I want a future, here. And I want all of that with you.”
“Aww,” came from her co-workers in a hushed whisper.
“Shh,” Cristina said.
Lizzy didn’t take her eyes off Jason. “I’m stubborn, you know. And used to being the one in control. And—”
“Psst.”
Lizzy tilted her head up and met Cristina’s gaze, who was shaking her head and miming the slicing of her throat with her finger. “Ix-nay on the listing of your own faults.”
“I realize you have lots of faults,” Jason said solemnly, his eyes shining, giving him away. “Many, many, many faults—” He broke off on a laugh when she smacked him. “Come on, Lizzy, surely you can come up with something positive.”
She stared at him. “I do like big, slobbery dogs.”
“Atta girl.” His voice went thick with emotion, the same emotion washing over her face and making it all but impossible for her to breathe.
Oh, God. She was going to do this. “I know something else.”
“What?”
“I want to keep you.”
Now that smile curved his mouth. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s a good start.” His arms banded around her and he buried his face in her hair. “A really good start.”
She gave up being tough and threw her arms around him as he pulled her in tight.
“Say yes, Lizzy,” he murmured.
“To lunch?”
He laughed. “Yes, to lunch. To all your lunches. To us.”
She pulled back to see into his eyes. “But I haven’t even said I love you yet.”
“Don’t you?”
She had to laugh, even as she felt her eyes sting. “I do. I love you, Jason Mauer, with everything I’ve got.” She let out a breath and repeated his words back to him. “So be kind.”
“Ah, Lizzy. Don’t you know? I plan on being everything you ever dreamed of.”
ISBN: 978-1-4268-3773-9
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Copyright © 2009 by Jill Shalvis.
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