The Bachelor Doctor's Bride by Caro Carson

Author:Caro Carson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-03-03T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

It had never occurred to Diana that a grand exit would be difficult when the guy was rich.

If the rich guy lived in a high-rise building that had an elevator, then while one waited for the elevator, the rich guy could easily stroll to the elevator bank and continue the conversation.

Darn it all.

“You’ve made your point,” Quinn said, sounding like a stern parent from TV. “Come inside.”

There were three sets of elevator doors. Diana stood in front of the one that sounded like machinery was running behind it. Hurry up, hurry up.

She refused to look at Quinn. She’d had her say, and she needed to stay mad for a while, at least long enough to get a taxi and get home. Lord, how long would it take for a taxi? They were pretty scarce in Austin. She might need to walk to Sixth Street to hail one.

She started to pull on one sneaker, balancing with her hand on the call button, with its arrow-pointing-down emblem. Although it was already lit, she pushed it again, anyway. Hurry, hurry.

One of the other condo doors in the hallway opened, and a neighbor stepped out to get his Sunday paper. “Morning, Quinn.”

“Good morning,” he answered, and Diana credited his unflappable manners to Marion MacDowell. She felt another pang—she’d probably never see her pretend-mother again.

The neighbor looked at her, and made no move to take his paper and go.

Quinn reached for her arm, but she warded him off with her sneaker. “Leave me alone. We’ve said everything there is to say.”

“You’re making a scene,” he said through clenched teeth.

“I’m putting on a sneaker.” She put her foot down and started on the second sneaker. The interested neighbor was not her problem. “You shouldn’t have followed me out here. You’re ruining it.”

He kept his voice low, but it was seething with displeasure. “I’m ruining your attempt to run away again?”

The warmth of the dryer had left her clothes, but not the dampness. The air-conditioning in the hallway was close to making her shiver. “We’re not a match. I should have left after our last dance at the gala. None of this weekend was supposed to happen.”

“Ah, that last dance. That beautiful moment that will never come again. You’re damned right it won’t, not if you leave. Nothing can happen if you leave.”

The elevator was almost to their floor. She could hear it. It was time for the second grand exit of her life. She’d make this one kinder.

“I stayed, and we had a perfect weekend, Quinn, full of wonderful moments. I’ll never forget it. Thank you.”

Diana pressed a last kiss to his lips.

The elevator didn’t stop. She heard it travel past them, up to a higher floor.

They stood there, staring at each other.

Quinn opened his mouth to say something, but Diana put her hand up to stop him. “Shh. We said goodbye.”

She bounced on her toes a little, just to keep moving and stay warm, as they waited some more. Finally, the elevator arrived—not the one she was standing in front of.

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