“Are you seriously gonna go in tomorrow?” he asked.

She nodded immediately as if she didn’t even have to think about it.

“You’re not even gonna take a day off like the doc said you should?”

“I can’t,” she said as tenacious as ever. “I have lots of work I need to get done.”

He stared at her for a moment before deciding once again she wasn’t his problem. If she was going to insist she didn’t need a day off, then so be it. It wasn’t his concern.

They ate quietly for a few moments. Then she cleared her throat a little too loudly, so he looked up at her. “Are you really not gonna tell me what I did to make you dislike me so much? Because I don’t care what you say. I know you don’t.”

Chewing slowly, Brandon stared at her quizzical and somewhat playful eyes without responding.

“I mean at first I thought maybe you were just like that with everyone, but then I saw you at Gaslamp, and you seemed to be really enjoying yourself until . . .” The playful expression was replaced with a wounded one, and she glanced down at her pizza. “Until you saw me.”

Swallowing down his pizza, he took a sip of his soda. He should’ve left when she told him he should. There was no way he could now, and this was about to get personal.

Chapter Ten

Regina

Regina hadn’t planned it this way, but she was glad now that Brandon hadn’t been there when she’d discussed with the doctor the pain medicine she’d be getting before she left. Regina didn’t like the way it made her feel, and she’d rather deal with a little pain than feel as high as she had after Rob had shot her up earlier. It was hard enough to play it cool around this intimidating man, even with her full cognizance. She didn’t need an added handicap.

When Brandon had gone out to bring his Jeep to the patient pick up area, Regina had taken the opportunity to tell the doctor if she were going to be given more pain medicine she wanted a much lighter dose. Since he didn’t know this, she could always blame the drugs tomorrow if she got too brave tonight, trying to get out of him what she was dying to know. But she needed to know now more than ever why he seemed so unrelenting about preferring to keep their relationship professional. How and why do you just make a decision like that about someone you don’t even know?

She’d since stopped obsessing about what she’d thought she’d seen in his eyes the morning he stopped and asked her to finish saying what she’d begun to say, but after today, there was no question about it. She kept telling herself he couldn’t be feeling anything for her good or bad. He didn’t know her. But she’d picked up on something too many times tonight. Whatever he was feeling—whether it was positive or negative—one thing was clear: it was intense.

Her curiosity had reached the point of no return. She had to know what the hell this guy’s deal was. Was it possible he was like this with everyone? One thing was for sure. She’d never met anyone quite like him. A part of her wanted to dismiss him, not care what his fickle ass thought of her. But another part of her, the part that went breathless when he got so close and stared at her with that confusing intensity as he was doing now, was utterly intrigued. He excited her when she knew he shouldn’t.

“Why’d you take the stairs today?” Brandon asked.

Disappointed that he was going to ignore her inquiry once again, she looked down and stared at her pizza, frustrated for a moment. She wondered if she should just let it go. Obviously, it was not something he’d be easily talked into discussing.

“Ms. . .” Brandon cleared his throat. “Regina?”

That got her attention. She didn’t think he’d ever give into calling her that, so she looked up. His expression while still intense was a bit softer. “Why didn’t you take the elevator today?”

He knew or, at the very least, had an idea, or he wouldn’t be asking. She was tired of the games, his being so hot and cold and her hiding from him all week like a coward.

Sitting up a little straighter, she looked him right in those deep blue eyes. “I was afraid to get caught in the elevator with you. I’ve been trying to avoid you all week.” She saw the change in his eyes. She’d surprised him. Good. “I wasn’t sure you were the one behind me, but just in case, I was hoping to beat you down the stairs so I wouldn’t run into you at the bottom.”

The surprise in his eyes was gone now, but she’d caught it before it disappeared. Now he stared at her as unreadable as usual. “Why?”

Her mouth fell open, and once again she noticed what she thought she’d imagined before: how easily he was distracted by the movement of her lips. His eyes were immediately on them. She quickly closed her mouth, pressing her lips together for a moment. “Why? Is that a serious question?”

His eyebrow lifted, but otherwise it was his only response to her question. He took another bite of his pizza and chewed slowly, staring at her. The intensity of his stare softened a bit, but he was still as impassive as ever. Apparently, that was answer enough. The man was inexplicable. Of course his question was a serious one.

“Well, I don’t know about you, Brandon, but I don’t enjoy being around people who clearly dislike me.”

“I never said I didn’t like you.” He continued to chew, staring at her, completely unfazed while wreaking havoc on her insides.

“You may as well have,” she countered, losing a little of the conviction she’d felt just moments ago as she remembered his hurtful words.




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