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I don’t hold a grudge against Nick Partridge, that’s never been the issue.
It’s his seething hatred for me that’s gonna be the problem once he wakes up and finds out it was me who fixed his broken heart.
But with what I know I feel between me and his daughter now. What I know I have to do, to claim her.
Am I healing his broken heart or setting myself to break it for him all over again?
Fortunately for me, the habit of prepping for and readying myself mentally for surgery is enough to block all that out.
One step at a time with the surgery and then again with his recovery.
But I’m not sure I can hold the same beliefs when it comes to his only daughter.
I don’t want baby steps when it comes to Evelyn. I want all in, and as soon as possible.
Someone as amazing as her is a once-in-a-lifetime thing, which I know I can’t afford to lose or even risk losing.
Chapter Five
Evelyn
I mean it.
And I hope Mark knows just how much I mean it. I’ll do anything if he can help my dad pull through this.
I’m counting on that anything to include exploring that hardness on top of his already chiseled body as he held me so close.
Truth be told I’d do anything he asked anyway, but it just sort of came out of my mouth like that, and Dr. Love seemed to like what he was hearing.
I’ve never even really been up close with a real man, but I know enough biology to understand the male sex organ and how it works once it’s aroused.
I also know my own body well enough to know, his’s unlocked a floodgate of something I’ve only ever dreamed.
Mark was definitely packing heat once he held me close, both of us feeling the pain of separation, but I know he has a job to do.
If I could sit in on the operation, I would. But only to be closer to Mark Love.
The thought of my dad under the knife isn’t something I even want to think about. The memory of Mark telling me he’ll be fine, that we’ll both be okay after this is comfort enough.
True to his word, I get an update from a nurse or assisting doctor at every step of my dad’s surgery.
“He’s doing fine,” and “Much better already” are words I need to hear.
It’s a relief with a new kind of pressure though. More than the guilt of knowing I should have gotten dad to his own doctor sooner.
But I wonder too, how’s Mark doing? Does he know I’m just as worried about him as I am about my dad?
Worried I might have imagined our little meeting.
Concerned I might be imagining just how caring the good doctor is.
But no.
I clasp both hands over my belly, where his fat dick was pressed into me as he promised me he’d make all this right.
I should pinch myself, I must be dreaming.
Mark Love has mounted his steed and is off to slay the dragon. Soon to return and carry me off to his castle.
Isn’t he?
Without him here now, it all seems like a dream again. Like I might be suffering some sort of trauma-induced fantasy.
Could Dr. Mark Love, the man of my dreams, actually be hot for me as much as I know I’m burning for him?
I hope this feeling inside me is right. I hope the screaming answer of yes in my mind is right.
I know it is.
It has to be.
I’ve never felt anything like this in my whole life.
Not sure how long I sit like this, a half-smile on my face until I hear the heavy door of the waiting room click open.
I feel my breath catch and my heart leaps, sure it’ll be Mark again.
It’s not.
It’s a nurse in a mask, bringing me hot coffee this time and telling me my dad’s doing fine so far. The operation moving underway.
“How’s Mark?” I hear myself ask, “I mean… Dr. Love.” I correct myself.
Way too much enthusiasm there, Evelyn.
The dark eyes crease behind the mask, her head tilts to one side. “Uh… Dr. Love is fine too. We all are,” she adds politely slipping out again before I say anything else stupid.
It doesn’t matter though, I don’t mind. Just to hear his name out loud again, knowing he’s helping my dad now.
Everything really will be alright, I can feel it.
The next visitor to the waiting room isn’t so reassuring though.
Another nurse, but carrying a big clipboard with forms I just know without her even saying anything are all about insurance.
Payment.
Money.
Jesus, they haven’t even sewed my dad up and they’re already wanting to give me the bill?
It’s a business though, I guess. And surgeons like Mark don’t work for free.
“Evelyn? I just need to go over some of these insurance forms with you. It looks like you left a lot of blanks, I can help you fill those in-”
