KATHERINE POV
I didn’t even remember walking back to the ER.
My hands were moving, charting vitals, adjusting IVs, answering questions from the interns and nurses, but my mind… My mind was stuck somewhere between the hallway and that voice.
“ I am, Kitten.”
And I almost purred!
I’d heard the words in a tone so low and raw, it felt like they’d been scraped out of his throat just for me. Like a secret he hadn't meant to tell but couldn’t help letting slip.
Kitten.
He called me kitten.
I should’ve rolled my eyes. Laughed it off. Maybe even reported his ass for unprofessional behavior. But I couldn’t even lie to myself at that point—I was flustered. I was shaken. I was…
Confused.
Was he hitting on me? Because it definitely felt like flirting, and not the “harmless banter with the new
