We left our heroine (now named Chloë) protesting doctors orders before staying with Travis (a.k.a. “Mr. Perfect”)…
He actually blushed. Was he thinking about sex? She never knew what guys really thought, only that they never thought what she thought they were.
Doc cleared his throat to get their attention. “So… what’s it gonna be?”
Before he could answer, she asked Doc if he could give her a ride to town.
“I don’t think you’re up to the trip, my dear,” Doc said, “its 50 miles of mountain roads to contend with and some are pretty treacherous.”
“I’ll deal with it,” she said. Looking directly at Travis.
“I couldn’t in good conscience let you go,” he said to her. “I know your accident was my fault. And besides, my pants won’t fit you.”
The flash of his dimple was the convincer. Dammit! She was such a sap. Continue reading “Chapter 3 (Through the Door)”