Georgie's Heart by Kathryn Brocato Page A

to him. Hunt’s an honorable sort in spite of that bad boy image.”
    â€œOh.” Georgeanne sounded like a woman who had no idea why she had said yes, he noted. Perhaps she thought things were happening too fast between them. “I’m glad to know that.”
    Some interesting item must have passed through her brain, because she went from biting her lip to a sudden sigh of acceptance. She almost smiled, and he wondered how soon he could coax her into telling him her thoughts.
    â€œGeorgie, you’re priceless.” He laughed again and tightened his hold on her. “We’re going to be good together. You’ll see.”
    Georgeanne stirred in his arms. “What makes you so sure?” she asked, with wry humor. “What happens when you discover the truth — that I’m a managing sort of woman who doesn’t take orders well?”
    â€œI can live with being managed,” he said, with suitable gravity. “So long as you can live with taking occasional orders from me when I decide you’re being taken advantage of.”
    Georgeanne looked at him with an expression he interpreted as disbelief. “Can you live with the fact that I may ignore the orders upon occasion?”
    â€œWait a minute.” Zane laughed. “I’ll have to think on that one.” He held her and pretended to think deeply. The feel of Georgeanne’s generous curves and soft warmth against his body set fire to his blood, and this was only the first time he’d kissed her. “As a doctor, I’m not accustomed to having my orders ignored. I can’t be answerable for my actions if such an unheard-of thing should happen.”
    â€œUh-oh.” Georgeanne bent her head a little, and a small smile curved her lovely mouth. “We might have an impasse here. If you did something outrageous, I’d have to retaliate.”
    â€œIf the retaliation involves kissing me into submission, I can live with it.” Zane grinned. “So long as you think you can live with the fact that I would have to respond to your retaliation.”
    Georgeanne looked up and smiled back. “In that case, we have a deal. I get to ignore your orders, and I get to kiss you into submission in retaliation for your reaction to my flouting of your orders.”
    â€œWhat?” He wondered what on earth that meant. “Never mind. So long as it involves getting kissed into submission by you, I’ll sign anything.” Zane lowered his mouth to hers again. Georgeanne had the most kissable mouth he’d ever seen, and he intended to take advantage of that fact at every chance he got.
    Headlights appeared far down the road and came steadily closer. Zane reluctantly loosened his hold on Georgeanne while she peered at her watch, holding it toward the headlights.
    â€œIt’s time for the pizza delivery.” Georgeanne sounded disappointed, which delighted him. “We’d better go back inside.”
    For a moment he debated kissing her again, but the pizza driver was almost upon them, so they walked back to the clinic. He managed to keep her hand in his. He wanted everyone inside the clinic to know Georgeanne belonged to him, whether she knew it yet or not.
    Zane let go her hand and draped his arm across her shoulders as she stepped in the door. She headed back toward the old laboratory, and he remained beside her, so close his body brushed against hers.
    â€œThere you are, Georgie,” Denise said.
    Zane saw that Dr. Gant, Dr. Baghri, Denise, Angela, and Sandra’s husband, Bobby Whitney, stood in a semicircle, paintbrushes in hand, obviously in the midst of an important discussion.
    â€œGeorgie.” Denise sounded insistent. “Didn’t Fritzi Field say it’s almost impossible for a man to tell whether or not a woman is faking an orgasm? She’s a psychologist, and she should know, right?”
    To Zane’s intense interest, Georgeanne turned the color of