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you off tomorrow?” He asked, followed by his knock your socks off smile.
    “Yep! You?” She replied, nonchalant, acting as though the mere conversation, let alone question, didn’t faze her in the least, or make her palms sweat.
    “Sort of, I picked up a graveyard for Jack, so I’m not on until midnight.” he replied, as he sat on the stool at the nurses’ station.
    “I heard Shelly was having the baby tomorrow!” She said with excitement for her friend, Shelly, Jack’s wife. “Poor girl, she’s what, like two weeks over due?”
    “Yes, something like that.” Not interested in discussing children or where they come from, he replied with a dose of disinterest, before finishing his thought. “We are all chipping in and covering shifts for him so he doesn’t have to use up all of his vacation time before the kid even gets here.”
    “Baby,” Sam corrected, with an eye roll for the Neanderthal-like reference of the little bundle.
    Smiling, with raised eyebrows, he tossed her an ounce of sarcasm, “Yes, honey ?” He deadpanned, proud of himself for the clever reply.
    Clearly not impressed or charmed by his wit, on the outside anyway, she amended her previous thought, replacing the previous eye roll, with a shake of her head. “Baby, Dawson. It’s a baby, not a kid .” On the inside she was praying that he would leave before he made her sweat through her scrubs.
    “Oh, gotcha, honey .” He was on a roll, getting under her skin, enjoying how uncomfortable he was making her, he took that as a sign. It was almost as promising as that little bead of sweat accumulating between her brows.
    “Don’t you have somewhere to be, lives to save, ladies to charm?” She tossed, trying to get rid of him before she showed all her cards.
    He left his perch and began to follow her down the hall, her arms full of files, distributing each to its rightful place as she went. “Nope, just you. Is it working?”
    “I don’t need saving and I’m immune to that hunky, I’m too good looking for my own good, charm.” Immediately squinting, making a sour face at her own words. She regretted saying anything. Crap, she just showed him her hand. So much for the poker face.
    “So you think I’m too good looking and hunky?” He upped the ante by tossing her a wink, topped with wiggling eyebrows, and that sexy grin that revealed his adorable dimples—hook, line, and sinker, as he called it.
    “Get out of here Tayler!” She said putting her hand on his chest, and a mighty hard chiseled chest it was, and giving him a shove. Of course he flexed his giant peck, under her hand, sending a slicing tingle straight to her core, making her jump, pulling back her hand like it stung.
    “Okay I’m going, but first I wanted to let you know I’m taking you to dinner tomorrow,” he shot, not a question, a statement, no ‘yes’ or ‘no’ required, just an okay, see ya then.
    Her heart stopped, her face felt hot, and her palms began to drip sweat. Holy shit, Dawson just asked her out. She just stood there wide-eyed, and damn it, she was actually thinking about it! What the hell! Her brain was saying run, you don’t date, but those gorgeous green eyes and that sexy grin that was attached to that strong jaw, were telling her and her lady parts, to say yes, oh yes, please . Oh my God, he just licked his lips while his gaze drifted to hers. Why was this turning her on, why was he turning her on?
    “I don’t date, Dawson,” she said, turning to walk away. “Especially co-workers and guys that change their women as often as they change their underwear.” The last part was punctuated with a sassy grin, proud of the below the belt hit. She finished him off with her own devilish side eye and wink.
    “I don’t date either, and I’m not some kind of gigolo, Sam,” he struck back, a little offended. He may see the occasional nighttime visitor, but he wasn’t what she was implying. Why did it bother him that she thought that about him?