Shelagh knew she had made a horrible mistake when she picked the red dress that morning. She was feeling a little daring when she had first picked out the dress, it was an old favourite, which emphasised her collar bones, and finally fit her post baby body. Now, as she sat at desk at the clinic she bitterly regretted the dress choice. Patrick caught her hand at every moment he could, whether that was when passing files or brushing her hand when walking past her, each touch ignited the fire within her. Patrick loved the dress and he was certainly letting her know and she become achingly impatient waiting for clinic to finish, it was torturous. The wait made her regret wearing the dress, but all regret would be forgotten later.