Emma may have missed him a few times since she'd left New York but she easily dismissed that as some crazy New Years Eve, clingy, funk. After all, she wasn't the type of girl that got attached. That hadn't suddenly changed.
She couldn't help smirking when he repeated her bet. No, her thoughts had definitely not been remotely innocent when those words had left her lips. She just couldn't seem to help herself, sometimes.
"Well... they have given you a stethoscope, haven't they?" She cocked an eyebrow as her end of the see-saw sunk to the ground again.
There was definitely something to be said about fooling around with an aspiring doctor, wasn't there? Now, all she needed was a short white skirt and a white bra.