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“Medicine,” I groan. Throwing my head back on the pillows and telling myself there’s a price to pay for everything like my dad always reminds me.
Dad got himself to a hospital, and Mark saved his life. I should be grateful enough for that, even if it’s at the expense of my shot at college.
“My dad didn’t know,” I murmur. “He’s dead set against me studying medicine. Wants me to do something else with my life. Anything but try to be a doctor,” I sigh loudly.
Mark’s eyes darken some and I apologize for boring him with my problems.
“Sorry, Mark. You saved my dad today and here I am whining about something so stupid,” I remark.
“It’s not stupid,” he tells me firmly. “If you want to study medicine, it’s up to you. Nobody else,” he adds.
Romance has never been my strong point, and I can’t help but feel like I’ve definitely killed the mood of our night together so far.
“I gotta say, Evelyn,” Mark tells me, sounding suddenly like a doctor more than anything else. “You’ve had a bad day, sure. But you’re really down on yourself.”
I don’t know what to say, but he curls his lip into a cheeky grin and leans over to kiss me on the lips gently.
“It’s important to you, so we’ll make it happen. Which college?” he asks and I tell him.
“I know the Dean there,” he says knowingly, stifling a yawn. “Gave him a new heart valve a few years back. I’m sure he’ll be good to call in a favor,” he adds with a wink.
My mouth opening and closing but no words coming out.
I feel like a fish out of water, like Mark Love really is some sort of god who has a solution to every problem just by existing.
“You’re mine now, Evelyn. If you’ll have me,” he almost blushes. “Anything you need or want. It’s done, just say the word.”
“I’m… yours?” I hear myself ask him back. Disbelief in my voice as I try to comprehend everything he’s just said.
“Yes,” he says with confidence this time. “Not sure if you’ve noticed, but we make quite a team so far,” he adds, his hand running over my body under the covers, making me shiver again.
“I’ve noticed,” I pipe in, feeling for him too, not even shy about what parts I want to explore next.
“We’ve got time,” he reminds me. “I want you, Evelyn. All of you. And I want you to want all of me too.”
I’m not sure what to say except that that’s exactly how I feel.
Love, at first sight, sounded so silly until I felt it firsthand. And to have the other person feel the exact same way? It’s the best feeling in the whole world.
It’s a feeling I know is going to take some time to get used to. And not one my dad’s gonna be too happy about, either.
“I’m beat,” Mark confesses, pulling me closer.
“Can we get up early, start fresh? I’ll do those dishes and we can head over to my place before I take you back to the hospital unless we hear anything first,” he suggests.
“What do you mean?” I ask. “Is there a real chance dad could still get sick again?”
I feel Mark nod slowly. “Always a chance, but it’s pretty slim in his case,” he assures me.
“We should be in time to see him wake up if we get some rest ourselves,” he advises, and like the spell read from a book, I only hear him murmur a few other things I can’t take in until I fall into a deep sleep myself.
Did he just say something about Bermuda?
True to his word, I hear the sounds of breakfast and dishes long before I open my eyes or even look at my clock.
Mark’s cleaned up everything from last night and I can smell hot coffee I know we don’t keep, as well as other things that make me sit up with excitement as I hear his heavy step coming up the stairs.
He’s got a tray of what looks like everything I’d normally want to eat for breakfast but just can’t.
We either can’t afford it, or it’s just too much trouble first thing.
But it’s no trouble for Mark, it seems.
Nothing is.
“The restaurant?” I ask, scanning the fruit salad, omelet, fresh-squeezed juice, and hash browns.
Real hash browns, made from scratch.
“I have a few places I like to order from,” he shrugs. “Didn’t mean to wake you but…” he says, glancing at the food and then at me.
“Oh, you can wake me to feed me like this anytime,” I promise him.
“Anytime?” he asks with an edge of excitement in his voice, but my hands are already out, helping him set the tray down so we can both dig in.
Chapter Ten
Mark
I’ve arranged a car to pick us up, take us back to my place before heading out to the hospital in my own wheels.
