Maybe it was Poppy’s perfume, the same sultry scent she’d worn the night they made love. Perhaps it was the feel of her soft hair brushing against his arm whenever she leaned back in the pew. It didn’t help that her leg was pressed so tightly against him that his heat mingled with hers. He wanted Poppy. Conversely, he wanted to get as far from her as possible. All or nothing. He’d never been able to figure out another way to live. When Kristin left him during his last year of residency, he’d eventually concluded the jolt her leaving had given his heart was partially his fault. He’d let her get too close, given too much of himself to her. The intensity of his attraction to Poppy told him she could be equally dangerous. Yet, she was pregnant with his baby. He couldn’t keep his distance. He needed to get to know the woman who’d be the mother of his son or daughter. He had to stick close. As he thought of her small apartment, Ben’s lips twisted in a wry smile.
What do You think about One Night With The Doctor?
