Hannah said curtly as she adjusted her blouse. Dr. Armstrong laughed. The bass in his deep voice tickled Hannah’s ears. “I’m a pain, you say?” he asked as he looked into her eyes. “You’re uncouth, arrogant, and rude,” Hannah answered. “I do respect you, Hannah. I respect your Mr. Stewart, too.” “Mr. Stewart’s my husband. You can say my husband,” Hannah said as she tucked her blouse into the top of her skirt. “You’re definitely doing better now. Very feisty!” he nodded. He leaned in close, attempting to kiss her. Hannah quickly turned away. “I hope to never cross your path again. Forget me, and I’ll forget you,” Hannah added as she slipped her narrow feet into her slippers. “And don’t you ever try to kiss me again,” she angrily warned. “You’re a prize. I believe your husband knows that,” Dr. Armstrong said with a grin as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Yes, he does. Good day, Dr. Armstrong. You will remain a haunting memory for me.”
