âYouâre a doctor,â she added for clarification, then flushed.
Perhaps her father had been onto something with all his âthink firstâ admonishments.
âNot for tonight,â Noah said smoothly, taking her arm and moving them in the direction of the back of the house. âTonight let me be simply the man in the black mask, who you enjoy kissing.â
âI do not, ah, did notââ
One look from those brilliant blue eyes stopped the protest. She couldnât deny the explosive chemistry between them any more than she could control the shivers his touch elicited.
âAre you suggesting we pretend to be people weâre not for the evening?â Though she found the thought intriguing, Josie knew she must have misunderstood. There was no way this straitlaced, serious doctor would suggest something so daring.
An emotion she couldnât quite decipher flickered in the depths of those amazing blue eyes. âInterested?â
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Rx for Love: Just following doctorâs orders â¦
Chapter One
âI donât even know you.â Josie Campbell gazed up at the tall, broad-shouldered man in bewilderment. âWhy would I agree to go out with you?â
âHow else can you get to know me?â Noah Anson shot her a charming smile showing a mouthful of straight white teeth. With jet-black hair, a just-short-of-olive skin tone and bright blue eyes, the effect was mesmerizing. Toss in the cashmere topcoat, dark hand-tailored suit and red Hermès tie, and, well, it was quite a tempting package.
From his confident demeanor, Josie surmised the manâs past efforts to pick up women had met with great success.
Tempting for most women, Josie reminded herself. Not for her, because of several reasons, including the most obvious. âYouâre a stranger.â
âI introduced myself.â Noah spoke with barely suppressed impatience. He gestured with his head toward the counter. âIf you require a personal reference, Cole will vouch for me.â
Cole Lassiter, owner of the Hill of Beans coffee empire, stood behind the counter. At the moment, the successful entrepreneur was busy instructing one of his staff.
Josie didnât need a reference. Once Noah introduced himself, sheâd recognized the name. He was the neurosurgeon whoâd joined her fatherâs medical practice last year.
Though sheâd been back in Jackson Hole for over a month, this was the first time their paths had crossed.
Just recalling how heâd introduced himself made her smile. Doctor Noah Anson. Heâd obviously added the doctor bit hoping to impress her. What he didnât realize was heâd have had a better chance by leaving it off. In her experience, physicians didnât make good boyfriends or relatives.
âThank you for the dinner invitation.â She offered a perfunctory smile and tried to ignore her reaction to the testosterone wafting off him in waves. âBut Iâm not interested.â
Josie offered no further explanation. Sheâd learned years ago that having a valid reason often made no difference to a man convinced his way was the right way, the only way.
Noahâs eyes, as blue as the Wyoming sky, sharpened. She swore she could hear the gears in that analytical mind of his whirring.
Finally, he nodded. âUnderstood.â
Josie was surprised by the easy acquiescence. Sheâd gotten the distinct impression Noah was cut from the same bolt of cloth as her arrogant father and brothers. Sheâd expected him to redouble his efforts and turn on the charm. Or, at the very least, press for an explanation.
Feeling oddly disappointed, Josie turned toward the door. âHave a good day, Dr. Anson.â
Before she could take a step, the latte was lifted from her hand. âNot so quickly.â
Josie whirled and found herself staring into those vivid blue eyes. Eyes that now held a hint of amusement.
She suppressed a sigh and forced a stern expression. âGive me back my drink.â
Actually, it wasnât her drink at all. She still held her own caramel macchiato. Noah had grabbed her employerâs nonfat latte.