"Look at what you're holding."Scowling, Peter looked down. She saw the information register on his face — he was holding Carruthers — but she didn't get the apology that ought to have followed. "Good," he barked. "Fine."Cherise only barely stopped herself from snapping back. She wasn't in a much better mood than Peter. The world had just turned on its axis. The man she'd been cordially despising for the past twenty hours was not, after all, Mr. Yummy.Fifteen minutes ago, Cherise had met the actual Mr. Yummy. From her position in the file library where she'd been able to gaze across the reception counter, Cherise wondered how she could have forgotten Valerie's description of her paramour as dark and tough, rather than fair and happy-go-lucky. Beyond that, the man who'd stood across the counter had been decidedly possessive. He'd asked for Dr. Valerie Kendrick as if set and determined to get her.In the hall now, Cherise restrained a worried sigh. "Would you like the Jackson chart, too?" she asked Peter."No, no." Peter struggled to regain his composure.
