Fourteen
"What are you doing here, Ms. Devane?" Dr. Noah Drake put the files he was carrying down on the counter and passed them to the waiting nurse. "Are you looking for Robin?"
"Actually, I'm not. I know that Robin has a consult right now." Anna smoothed down her red summer dress.
"Probably with my son." Noah grinned knowingly and leaned against the counter and in towards Anna. "Who are you here to see?"
"You." Anna leaned in closer.
"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Noah's grin widened.
"I came to see if I could take you to lunch."
"I'm not turning you down, of course, but I am curious as to why." He tilted his head and studied her features with obvious appreciation.
"Can't it just be because you're cute?" Anna asked, a sly smile on her face.
Noah laughed. "While I am devastatingly handsome…"
"And modest."
"Now." Noah waggled his finger at Anna. "I've never been accused of that. While I am irresistibly attractive, I bet you've convinced yourself you have another reason for wanting to spend time in my company. For pride's sake." His brown eyes twinkled in good humor.
"The apple definitely did not fall far from the tree. You are incorrigible and arrogant like your son." Anna crossed her arms and looked up at the amused doctor.
"And do you find it as irritating and compelling as your daughter does? Because if you do I can really ratchet it up." He licked his bottom lip and then bit it in an endearing and sexy manner.
Anna groaned and put her hands on the lapels of his white coat and pulled him forward until his lips were hovering just above hers. "How about we skip lunch and go straight to dessert?" Anna growled.
"What if I was hungry?" Noah's voice was husky.
"I already know you're hungry. You told me so when you left me the voice mail."
"Shhhh. Not Here!" Noah said, looking around wildly.
"Our children are otherwise occupied, they're still none the wiser." Anna chuckled and pulled him towards the elevator.
"Did you remember to lock the door?" Patrick asked as he nibbled on Robin's ear and pushed her lab coat off her shoulders.
"Supply closet doors do not lock from the inside." Robin closed her eyes and tilted her head back to give him better access to her neck. Her hands were busy untying the waistband of his scrubs.
"Someone could come in," Patrick needlessly pointed out.
"Afraid someone will catch you with your pants down?" As she asked his pants dropped down to his ankles and she traced her fingers over his cloth encased arousal eliciting a groan.
"Aren't you afraid someone will think you're just another notch on my stethoscope?" Patrick finished unbuttoning her shirt and pushed it over her shoulders to land on top of her lab coat.
"Not when you've walked around the hospital telling everyone I'm yours." Robin rolled her eyes and arched into him. "Now, shut up and do me."
"What has gotten into you?" Patrick laughed and slid his hands underneath her skirt and pushed it up to her waist and then lifted her onto the laundry cart.
"Not you, yet." Robin wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him down on top of her.
"How did I get roped into this again?" Patrick grunted as he carefully put his end of the red couch he and Robert Scorpio were carrying down on the ground.
"Boyfriend duty, mate," Robert advised his daughter's boyfriend with the wisdom of the ages in his tone.
"At least we get dinner out of this." Patrick sighed when Kelly requested they turn the couch in another direction.
"Did you see that episode of Felicity?" Lainey asked.
"I was in Paris. You watched Felicity?" Robin asked.
"I did. Especially the episode where they have the hot guys from across the hall move the couch around so they can check out their assets. Why are they wearing their shirts?" Kelly crossed her arms. "And why didn't we ask the other Dr. Drake, too?"
Lainey let out a yelp of laughter and told the men that they were done with the couch and to get started on the chair. "We need to rent the DVDs so Robin can get educated in the pop culture she's missed," she said seriously.
"Can someone pay attention here?" Patrick called out, dropping his side of the chair causing Robert to exclaim in annoyance.
"Did you know your boyfriend was such a whiner, Robin?" Lainey asked with a grin on her face.
"And a wimp. It's just a little chair," Kelly put in.
"If it's so little why don't you do it?" Patrick asked in exasperation, his hands on his hips.
"Actually, I think it looks fine there," Robin bit her lip to keep from laughing.
"Great. We're done!" Patrick threw up his arms. "I'm not risking these hands again, so don't be getting any ideas." Robert rolled his eyes and took a glass of iced tea from Lainey. He smiled at her appreciatively.
Robin walked up to Patrick and took his hands in her own and kissed each one. "Thank you for risking your hands for my and my roommates' decorating whims." She looked up at him and smiled sweetly. "I guess you really like me."
"I told you not to tell me what I like." He winked. "But yeah." He leaned down and kissed her. "I guess I must."
"Hey, father over here." Robert waved at them, not looking the slightest bit uncomfortable.
Robin pulled back, ducked her head and blushed. Patrick smiled down at her, thinking how cute she looked when flustered by her father. Then he turned his head and looked at Robert and they shared a grin, both happy that she was happy.
"What's for dinner?" Robert asked.
Robin mumbled something unintelligible and went to hide out in the kitchen.
Robin walked out of her bedroom back into the dining area to find her roommates had cleared the salad plates and were serving dinner.
"Do you have to go in?" Kelly asked as she put a bowl of steamed green beans down on the larger, Asian-inspired dining room table.
She nodded. "There's been an accident." Robin looked at Patrick. "A teenaged boy on a motorcycle."
Patrick had stood up from the table when she came back into the room. At her quiet disclosure he walked forward and put his hands on her shoulders. "Do you want me to come with you?" he asked quietly.
"No. You stay and have dinner. Thanks for helping. I'll call you and let you know if I have to stay," she told Patrick. "Thanks, Pop."
"I'll walk you downstairs." Patrick waited while she grabbed her purse and then walked out with her.
"The life of a doctor," Lainey observed in sympathy as she sat down next to Robert and passed him the plate of grilled fish.
"Kind of like the life of a spy, you never get to enjoy dinner."
"But you're not a spy now, you're a security guard on the Haunted Star," Kelly said, sitting down on the other side of him.
"Uh uh uh. Security consultant," he corrected, waggling his finger at her.
"How about sharing some spy stories with us?" Kelly asked as she took the plate of fish from him.
"There was this time an old mate of mine Sean and I were in Berlin…."
The two beautiful, female doctors leaned in and listened raptly.