The Consultant's New-Found Family. Kate Hardy

she’d have to do would be to slide her hand behind his neck and draw his face down to hers, brush her mouth against his and—

      No. He’d made it clear they were just colleagues. She needed to get herself back under control. Like now. ‘I’d, er, better show my face at Reception. Thanks again for the chocolates.’

      ‘Pleasure.’

      And she escaped before she did something really stupid.

      Like kissing him.