“I feel the same way,” she confessed. “I—It took all my willpower not to call, not to drive by, not to contact you some way, once I knew you were back. Still, I’d promised myself I was not going to make the first move. I didn’t dare trust what happened in Mexico; didn’t believe it was for real.”
“Do you now?” His voice had a new depth and intensity, which also shone from his face.
She nodded, at first slowly and then with increasing fervor. “Oh yes, all those doubts have evaporated. You didn’t say you loved me in Mexico, didn’t make any promises or give me any reason to believe you expected or wanted more than a quick, hot affair. I think it was me I doubted, really, more than you. Me and your manner of dealing with patients, perhaps.”
“Not only beautiful, but wise. I have a lot to lear
