The Boy Who Made Them Love Again. Scarlet Wilson

at the wall. Great. She was trapped in an enclosed space with a man she hadn’t seen in five years and all she wanted to do was jump on him. Now she really was acting like a teenager. Who was this Abby Tyler? Time to change the subject.

      ‘So how did you get the job?’

      ‘What job?’

      ‘Working for the President, of course!’

      ‘Oh, that job.’ She heard him rustling for a moment. ‘You can turn around now.’

      Could she? Would he be completely undressed and ready for her? She whipped around. There he was. Fully dressed and still looking good enough to eat. She almost gave a sigh of disappointment. ‘Straighten your tie,’ she said as she pointed at the crooked tie. ‘I’d do it for you but I’m not allowed to touch.’

      He gave her a sarcastic smile as he straightened his tie. ‘I don’t really work for the President. I’m just on his list.’

      ‘What does that mean—on his list?’

      Luke shrugged his shoulders. ‘I think they just like to cover all eventualities. I was approached a few years ago and asked if I would be the President’s cardiologist. They ran a huge number of checks on me, with my permission of course, and after a few months came back and explained that they would call if I was needed.’

      ‘I thought all the President’s doctors were from the military?’

      Luke shrugged his shoulders. ‘They usually are. But the military doesn’t cover all areas. The President’s physician is from the military and he’s in charge of the White House medical unit. But some of the other specialists are like me—just called in when, and if, they’re needed. Dr Blair was Jennifer Taylor’s family obstetrician. She brought him with her, because it’s been a long time since the White House needed an obstetrician.’

      ‘So you’ve never actually met him?’

      Luke shook his head. ‘No, and today was the first time I’d met the First Lady too.’

      ‘And here was me thinking that you were their best friend! I guess it didn’t hurt that you were connected?’

      His face darkened. ‘I’d like to think they contacted me because of my professional expertise, rather than the fact my father’s a senator.’

      Abby flinched. Well, that was one way to dampen the sexual tension in the room. She should have known better. Luke’s relationship with his father was strained enough, without her insinuating that he’d been given an easy route into a prestigious position. She’d forgotten how much he prickled at the mere mention of his father. ‘I’m sure they did.’ She held open the nearby door, allowing some cool, fresh air into the claustrophobic changing room—just what they both needed—and resisting the temptation to look and see if the telltale bulge in his trousers was under control yet. ‘Are you ready? Let’s go and get you that four-shot coffee you wanted.’

      ‘Actually, I’m not strictly a four-shot drinker any more. I’ve mellowed.’

      Abby choked in disbelief at the words. ‘You? Mellowed? Well, I never thought I’d see the day!’

      He quirked an eyebrow at her. ‘I might surprise you.’

      He grabbed the door and fell into step beside her, his arm draping easily across her shoulders, like it was the most natural thing in the world. And it was.

      She gave him a sideways smile. ‘Luke?’

      ‘Yeah?’

      ‘We’re going to have to have some rules about touching…’