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The problem is, it’s impossible to think about sleep when I know Callie is in my apartment, a one-minute walk away. I can’t stop thinking about stalking through the night and lurking outside her room, pressing my ear against her door and listening to the sounds of her breathing.
Standing over her bed, everything inside of me heaving and taunt, ready to take what’s rightfully mine.
“What are you doing?” she’d whimper.
I’d lean down and grab her by the hips, spinning her over to get a look at that delicious round ass. Pulling down her shorts would be like entering a dream, drinking in the sight of those luscious juicy ass cheeks. And then falling to my knees and running my hands over them, kissing up the inside of her thigh, toward her hole, and…
I grip the edge of the table and let out a shaky breath, warning myself to calm down before I snap and charge in there. I feel my control slipping just at the thought of her, but something feels off.
Maybe it’s this offensive pink bundle in front of me. The only reason I’m keeping it is so I can hand it to my private investigator, just one more piece of evidence in the never-ending stream. I should’ve taken a photograph of it on the door handle – that’s what I’d normally do – but I couldn’t risk my Callie seeing it.
My cell phone vibrates from the table, distracting me from my thoughts. It’s Tommy, my best friend and a man I’ve known since we were in medical school together. He must just be finishing his shift. He knows I’ll sleep through his calls when my phone’s on vibrate mode – but that I’ll pick up if I happen to be awake.
“What’s up?” I say, answering.
“Hey, man,” he says. “Just thought I’d see if you want to come down to the Hound.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “You’re going for a drink now?”
“Hey, the night’s young in my part of town, Conrad. So what do you say?”
“I can’t,” I murmur, unable to hide the emotion in my voice. “I’ve got… visitors.”
It seems strange to describe Callie as merely a visitor when in reality she’s so much more. She’s the woman I’ve been waiting my whole life for, the woman I’ve been dreaming of, but never truly believed I’d meet.
“You’ve got visitors?” Tommy says, laughing. “That’s a new one. Who?”
I think about telling him to mind his own business, but Tommy and I are close. We came up together and though we work in different hospitals, we talk a lot and I share most things with him.
So I tell him about the crazy night I’ve had, about Callie crashing into me and going to her apartment, about the kiss, the standoff with those pricks, and how now she and her mother are staying with me.
Tommy is silent for a moment when I’m done, and then he lets out a long breath. “Jesus Christ, Conrad, that sounds insane. Why did you invite them to stay? I’ve never known you to play the Good Samaritan. I mean, I know you give way too damn much money to charity and you’re always generous with your time, but this? What’s next, you going to open your doors to any homeless person off the street?”
“I need her, Tommy,” I growl, realizing how insane it sounds when I say it aloud.
“Huh?”
“You know how I sometimes talk about settling down one day, but I’ve never found the right woman?”
“Yeah, and I tell you to be more like me and find the right women, plural.”
I shake my head, even if he can’t see me. That’s not the life for me and it never has been, but Tommy’s only joking. He knows that I’ve never been much of a play-the-field type of guy.
“Do you think this Callie, is the one?”
I swallow as a dark fire rushes through me, and possessiveness grips me. I know it’ll seem completely bat-shit to Tommy, but it’s real.
I can’t deny it.
“Yes,” I growl. “I can’t explain it, but the second I saw her, everything fell into place. It’s like I didn’t have to wonder about the future anymore. It’s all laid out for me, carved into damn stone. Is any of this making sense to you?”
Tommy chuckles. “No, Conrad, no it isn’t. But I know you. Once you set your mind on something – like becoming the best damn surgeon in the country – you don’t stop until you get it. What are you going to do?
“There’s something else. She left me another gift. On my door handle this time.”
“Fucking hell.” Tommy’s rage is palpable and alive through the phone. “How does that factor into all of this?”
“I don’t know. Should I tell Callie before I do anything?”
“You mean, anything more than kissing her?”
“Yeah.”
Tommy sighs. “I don’t know. Maybe. I’m way out of my depth here, man.”
