“I think I’m going to buy some of her music.”
This gave him a perfect opening. “Actually, she’s performing here a week from Saturday. Would you like to go...that is, if you’re not working?”
“Um... I don’t know. Wouldn’t it be hard to get tickets by now?”
“Tickets aren’t a problem. What? You don’t like my company?” he teased. “And I’ve been on my best behavior.”
Simona chuckled. “That’s not it.”
“So, you do like my company?”
“A little conceited, aren’t you?”
“Nope,” he said, slanting her a quick glance. “And you didn’t answer the question.”
“Yes, I like your company.”
“I’m glad. And I’m really enjoying your company, Simona,” Donovan added softly. In fact, he enjoyed their time together more than he anticipated, and couldn’t wait to do it again.
“Can I check my schedule and let you know about the concert?”
“Absolutely.” When they reached the hospital parking lot she directed him to her car, and he helped her out of his and into hers. He dug his phone out of his pocket and extended it to her through her open window. “Can you please put your phone number in?”
She programmed her number and handed it back. “I had a good time tonight, Donovan. Thanks for dinner.”
“Anytime. Maybe we can do it again soon.”
She smiled and started her car. “I’d like that.”
Donovan watched as Simona backed out of the space and cursed under his breath. He’d let her get away twice without kissing her. Making a decision, he jumped into his car and followed her.
One, he wanted to make sure she got home safely, and two, he needed that kiss.
* * *
Simona smiled and hummed as she drove, thinking about how much fun she’d had with Donovan tonight. Glancing in her rearview mirror, she let out a startled gasp. Was Donovan following her home? A wave of panic came over her. What was he doing? What if he wanted to come inside? She wasn’t ready to tell him about Yasmine.
She spent the entire drive trying to come up with a plan to get him to leave. By the time she pulled up in her driveway, Simona still had no clue what she would tell him. Taking a deep breath, she shut off the engine and climbed out of the car. Donovan exited his car at the same time.
“I’m not stalking you, if that’s what you’re thinking,” he said, coming toward her with that charming smile.
She couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, that’s a good thing because—”
He cut her off before she could finish her sentence and her thought. “I just wanted to make sure you got home safely, and...”
“And what?” she asked as he trailed off.
He moved closer and wrapped his arms around her waist. “And I wanted to kiss you good-night.”
Simona’s pulse spiked. Without waiting for a response, he bent and covered her lips with his. The moment their mouths met, heat flared out in every part of her body. He tangled his tongue with hers unhurriedly, as if he had all night. Her body trembled, and she moaned softly. At length, he lifted his head.
He pressed his lips to hers once more and then whispered, “Good night, Simona.” Releasing her, he turned and sauntered back down the driveway.
Simona slumped against her car, heart pounding and legs shaking. She closed her eyes and tried to steady her breathing. When she opened them, he was leaning against his car. “Donovan?”
“I’m just waiting for you to go inside.”
Such a gentleman. This man was breaking down her resolve. She walked to her front door and stuck the key into the lock. Before she could open the door, her cell rang. Frowning, she pulled it out and answered it quickly.
“I didn’t want you to worry whether I would call or not.”
She whirled around to see Donovan standing there with his phone against his ear. “Donovan?”
“Yep. I also realized you need my number so you can let me know whether you’ll attend the concert. Will it work in my favor if I throw in dinner before the show?”
Simona laughed. “Good night, Donovan. I’ll let you know.”
His deep chuckle rumbled through the line. “Talk to you soon.”
She disconnected, waved and went inside. Still smiling, she met Eve coming down the hall holding Yasmine. “Hey, Eve. Hi, Yasmine,” she said, reaching for the eager baby. She kissed her niece on the cheek. “Were you waiting for me, little one?”