Royal Trouble
“Frustration built inside of him, and he yelled, "Leigh Ann!" Then went back to digging through the box. He had been able to keep his distance from Leigh Ann while her sister was here finishing up her training. Roxanne was gone now, and he needed help, so he didn't have a choice but to ask Leigh Ann. He had been avoiding her, because he started something with her at that restaurant he wasn't going to finish. But he didn't want to tell her that, because then he would have to explain why. And he would probably hurt her feelings too.He had called himself ten kinds of idiot, while he sat on the back of that commode in the ladies bathroom. The kiss had been off the scale as far as he was concerned, but Wes didn't have anything to give her beyond that. If he slept with her to get rid of the pain he lived with every night, he would regret it. They would probably both regret it, because he had nothing else to offer her. Wes was serious when he said he didn't want a beautiful woman in... his life again. Their quasi-date at the restaurant had just reminded him why. They weren't even dating and he was leering at cowboys over her. Insulting a waiter, then insulting her. Kissing her stupid in the bathroom, before having to hide in that bathroom so an old lady didn't shout it out in the restaurant that they had almost been having sex there.Leigh Ann Baker was trouble Wes didn't need in his life.So, after they left the bathroom, Wes had done the only thing he could do. He talked about the weather, an interesting case or two he'd had during the week, anything but that kiss. When dinner was done, he sprinted to the truck, and drove them back home as fast as he could. Since then he'd kept his distance. A lot of distance. At home and at the office. This is the first time he felt trapped. Roxanne was gone and he had to find those case notes.Every time he got near her though, she looked at him with needy eyes, like she expected him to pick up where he left off the other night. Like she wanted him to finish what he started. And damned if his body didn't want him to finish it too. Like a coward, Wes pretended he didn't notice and ran like hell. It might be gutless, because he owed her an explanation, but so far that had worked like a charm. His luck was running out though. Sooner or later, he was going to have to talk to her about it. Later worked much better for him, because he didn't know what he would say. He didn't want to hurt her, but he wasn't changing his mind voluntarily. He couldn't afford to change his mind. Not only was she a beautiful man magnet, her life was transitional right now. He didn't think she knew exactly what she wanted out of life. She was faking it until she made it doing something. He and his son both deserved a woman in their life who was stable and a comfortable fit. Someone they didn't have to fight to keep in their lives, or worry about leaving them.Leigh Ann wasn't that woman. And he needed to stop thinking about her and focus on finding his case notes.It might not be the most efficient way to do things, but while Wes was out on farm calls, he scribbled treatment notes on scraps of paper and shoved them into his pocket to transfer them to his files when he got back to the office. That usually didn't happen. They typically wound up in a cardboard box, and stayed there until he had time to do his charting later. Later was here now, but he couldn't find that damned box, since the women had cleaned his office within an inch of hospital standards.MoreLess
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