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Maggie grabbed her files and muttered under her breath so only Amy could hear, “Yeah, but I bet he’s still a stallion in bed.” Then a little louder she said, “Gotta go. Cool cut, Danno. ’Bye, Amy.” She danced out of the office, turned around, and ogled Daniel’s butt. “Great ass,” she mouthed before closing the door behind her.
Amy smiled at the nurse’s antics and walked up to Daniel. She needed to get a feel of his new hairstyle. Stepping up close, she combed her fingers through his silky hair.
Her breast brushed against his muscular chest as she raised her arm, and she was shocked to feel her nipple tighten in instant awareness.
Daniel’s sharp intake of breath also stunned her.
She yanked her hand away, breaking contact, and then made the mistake of looking into his eyes.
They’d turned a stormy gray again, and she was damned if she didn’t see naked desire burning in his face. His nostrils were flared and his eyes hooded.
What the…?
Amy and Daniel had an unspoken understanding that they’d never sleep with each other. So why was he looking at her like that?
Moreover, why could she feel the demanding tug of arousal between her legs?
She shifted restlessly.
“It takes getting used to.” His voice was an octave lower than usual.
“It sure does.” She wasn’t at all familiar with wanting to sleep with her friend so much she ached. How would he feel, hard and aroused and embedded deep inside her body?
“It’s shorter than usual.”
She doubted that. She’d seen Daniel in his boxers, and size was definitely not his problem.
“But at least it doesn’t get in my eyes.”
Oh God. He was talking about his new haircut.
Looking at his face now, there was no sign of passion at all. Just a devilish smile and a sexy dimple playing on his cheek.
Feeling slightly foolish and very breathless, she stepped away and squeezed her thighs together. “It looks good.” Too good. “You look all grown up.” She hoped her voice didn’t sound as raw as she thought it did. On the pretense of a cough, she cleared her throat.
Her last statement brought a bit of reality screaming back. He was all grown up and still not interested in a serious relationship.
“I’ll take that as a compliment. C’mon, Lex will be wondering where we are.”
They climbed into Daniel’s four-wheel drive and set off for the beach. Amy took a close look at her friend. His gorgeous profile was etched with stress lines. “How’d your day go? You look tired.”
“I’ve been trying to get all the prints developed. It’s taking time, but I’ll get there.”
“I hate what this shoot’s doing to you. I’ve never seen you like this.”
“It hasn’t been easy.”
Daniel had come to terms with Sarah’s cancer years ago, but being on the children’s ward had dredged up awful memories for him, memories he hadn’t visited in a long time. Perhaps now, as an adult, he was processing a fact he hadn’t been able to comprehend as a child—that his older sister had come precariously close to death.
It wasn’t like Daniel to get involved with his subjects. Objectivity was the key to good photography, he always said. Identify, empathize, sympathize, but don’t get involved. This time, due to Sarah, he’d lost his neutrality.
“Do you have a lot left to do?”
“Most are done. Now I need to choose the ones I’m going to show and enlarge them.”
“It must be difficult, staring at sick children all day.”
“Especially when every kid reminds me of Sarah twenty years ago.”