Those lips had kissed her all over. More than once. Places she’d never been so thoroughly kissed. Those hands had held her, touched her, coaxed responses she’d not known her body able to give.
Natalie gulped back the emotion looking at him filled her with. Pride, pleasure, passion. Maybe they should skip the conference and go back to her room? No, they’d decided they would both attend morning classes to earn their continuing-education credits. As much as she’d like to drag him back to her room, she’d restrain herself.
At least until morning break.
A little giddy at the thought, she smiled at the others as she joined the table.
“Natalie, this is Dr. Kim Yang, Dr. Steven Powers and Dr. Herb Fallows. They all practice pediatrics at Loma Linda in California.”
She set her plate on the table and shook the outstretched hands as Matthew continued the introductions.
“And this talented lady is Dr. Natalie Sterling.”
She’d swear she saw him wink at her from the corner of her eye, but she kept her focus on the others.
“Natalie is a pediatric cardiac surgeon at Memphis Children’s Hospital with Dr. Ramone Luiz,” he continued.
“Hi.” Smiling, she sat down and turned to ask Matthew something that had been nagging at her mind and hit her again when he mentioned the hospital. “I’ve been meaning to ask you—why did you fly in from Memphis?”
For the briefest moment his face took on the dark expression he’d had on the plane, but it quickly disappeared behind a smile. “I was visiting family.”
Reminding herself not to sound too personal in front of the others, she asked, “You have family in Memphis?”
Asking personal questions probably wasn’t a good idea when a woman was only having a three-day affair, but she hadn’t been able to curb her curiosity.
He hesitated a moment. “My mother lives just over the Hernando de Soto Bridge on the Arkansas side.”
Natalie’s pulse pounded at her temple. She lived on Mud Island. His mother lived just across the Mississippi River from her. That meant he probably came to Memphis from time to time to visit.
Natalie put a hold on her racing thoughts of possibly seeing him again in the future.
Three days. That was what they’d agreed to and what she’d stick to. They were only on Friday of their weekend together. They still had the rest of the day, all of Saturday and part of Sunday before she flew home. It would be enough.
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