Don't own a thing.
"Do you believe in karma?"
Izzie smiled. She'd been thinking about such a lot lately, especially today... with all of its drama. "Actually, I do," she answered.
He gave her a 'Denny' look, making her melt.
"I think you might be mine."
Izzie felt a slight blush burn her cheeks. This patient, this man... he was something else.
That had to be the best compliment she could have ever imagined.
"You must have been very, very good to deserve me," she told him as her heart raced. Her mind was swimming, but she managed out a witty retort.
When he smiled again, she knew she had to get out of there. Fast. Being around him made her head go fuzzy.