“Good night, Samantha,” said Reese.

His voice was low, husky, drawing out the syllables of her name in a rumbling tone. Dazed and breathless, she realized he’d used her full name. Samantha. No more Dr. Kearn—she was Samantha, now. “See you tomorrow.”

Speechless, she could only stare after him as he turned and ambled away. Realizing she was standing with the door wide open, staring down an empty hallway, she quickly closed and locked it, then leaned against the wood, her head tilted back against the door, her heart beating rapidly in her chest.

Reese wasn’t a part of her master plan, but somehow she suspected he wasn’t going to be easy to ignore.

And the thought brought a thrill of anticipation she hadn’t experienced in years….