* Chapter Twelve *

Everything moved slowly in my town. People moved at their own pace here. The bakery said it would be at least an hour before they could have dinner delivered to the office. It wasn't that big of a deal. I was willing to wait for a free meal, and it was still better than a can of soup back at my place. I wasn't ready to go home yet.

There was a soft and comfy couch against the wall in the break room, but I found myself still too pumped up to sit. It was like my body couldn't relax with all the adrenaline that filled it. I paced around for a bit and only stopped when Dr. Matthews stepped into the room.

He'd changed into a casual, lime green polo shirt and gray slacks. His hair was still damp from his shower. He wasn't wearing an undershirt and it was once again apparent how good of shape he was in. The outline of his muscular chest was obvious.

“I needed that,” he said, closing the door behind him.

“Me too,” I said. “I wanted to tell you that you did great today. Thanks for being awesom