She nodded.
Out of nowhere, the image of her riding him while screaming 'Dr. Warren' popped into her mind. Mortified, she ducked her head, hoping to hide her heated face.
He frowned. “Are you okay?” he asked, worried.
She cleared her throat and nodded. “I’m fine.”
She chugged her drink down, finally starting to relax. The alcohol gave her the bravery to sneak a look at him and admire his face. She tried to be sly, but he wore the knowing smirk. She had a feeling he knew what she was up to.
Brenden was still eating when she finished. She had nothing to do, so to keep herself busy, she nibbled on a piece of bread. He kept glancing at her the same way she did. But she was agitated by the silence and sighed.
She had to initiate the conversation again.
“How long have you been a doctor?”
