He took the thermometer from her and glanced at it quickly. “Normal. No germs here. It would be perfectly safe to kiss you.” He pulled her up into his arms.
That’s a passage from the final page of Barbara Bonham’s novel called Diagnosis Love. The Judgeabook blog remarks: ” I really hope that thermometer was in her mouth.”
NOTE: This novel should not be confused with the identically titled novel by Donna Wright, in which (the publisher informs us) the heroine “was suddenly knocked to the ground by an energized pot-bellied pig”, at which point:
Convinced things could not possibly become more awkward and embarrassing she looks up to see the handsome Doctor Alex Price arrives on the scene just in time to see her haphazardly sprawled on the cement.