The Promise. Robyn Carr

get used to, although Peyton and Devon in the same office could be overwhelming.” He put a forkful of eggs in his mouth.

      “And she’s beautiful,” Gina said.

      He nodded, swallowed. “No kidding,” he said.

      “Maybe your luck is changing.”

      “How so?” he asked.

      “Scott, you’ve been ready for years now. But the right woman hasn’t appeared. Now you have, right under your nose, a beautiful, funny, talented, single woman. Maybe this one will work out.”

      “Not likely,” he said. Not since she’s playing for the girl’s team. “She made it very clear, she’s not interested in men. And she’d only give me a three-month commitment. That’s understandable—a little clinic like mine doesn’t pay well, and she can use this time to find her next position for more than twice the salary. Nah, my luck is the same. Don’t you have a pretty cousin somewhere you can introduce me to?”

      “No,” she said with a laugh. “Listen, lots of women say that they don’t want to date. Could be anything—just coming off a breakup, frustration with the way things haven’t worked out in the dating world, some reason we’d never think of....”

      That’s for sure, he thought.

      “When I was frustrated with Mac not noticing me as a datable woman, a romantic partner, I was so furious I swore off men. Be patient. The right opportunity might present itself.”

      “Um-hmm,” he muttered, eating his breakfast. “I think I took you out to dinner a couple of times during your moratorium on men. Timing is everything.”

      She smiled at him. “Sorry that didn’t work out, Scott.”

      “No, you’re not,” he said.

      “No, I’m not. I say we give Peyton time to settle in and then reevaluate.”

      “Gina, I say we face facts.” And too bad about the jeans, he thought. But, damn!