Dang! He looks like a model for Vogue. “No, I had a doctor’s appointment.”
“Are you ill?” he asks, looking as if he’s about to check my temperature.
“No, it’s just a checkup,” I lie. No way am I telling him that I’m not only seeing his girlfriend, but I’m also sick in the head as well.
“Oh, well, since you’re done, why don’t I take you to eat? I’m starving, and I hate eating alone.”
There goes that white, dimpled smile taunting me again. I’m holding my breath that he hasn’t figured out about the bed swapping.
“Umm … thanks, but I’m not hungry.”
“Then coffee?”
Having coffee with Ethan is very tempting. Though, I may be asking for trouble, considering Jeff’s warnings, and the fact that he’s dating my shrink. Yet, I like this guy. There’s an inherent strength to him that I find hard to
