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Sitting at the table cutting food for Ciara, so it’s smaller pieces, a fry passes my line of sight, and it’s covered in fucking cheese. Ciara takes and is going to town, and I can’t help but look at the woman causing me grief at the moment.
“Could you at least make it smaller pieces?”
I get a bemused look from the Doc. “It’s smaller than her hands are long, she has teeth, and it’s a pureed potato. She isn’t going to choke. I promise.”
“Based on all the fucking books I’ve read, she’s supposed to take more dainty bites and eat well-balanced meals.”
“There is plenty of balance here. She’s had protein with the lamb kebab and shawarma, veggies from my salad, a full serving of juice from the fridge, and now she’s getting a bit of dairy and starch from that crispy fry. When she’s done, I’m gonna see how she fares with Tutti Frutti froyo.” The Doc stands, passing a couple of baby carrots to my baby. “As for that dainty bites crap—” She grabs my burger that I haven’t touched yet, taking a bite that reminds me of the chic from Coneheads when she devoured that subway sandwich. “Dainty is relative to the size of the mouth.” She sets my burger back down as Monroe howls with laughter.
“For fuck’s sake, it’s no wonder you had no problems swallowing my cock.”
A smirk forms on her face where I had thought shock or embarrassment would have appeared. She holds up her pinky, giving it a lick. “Yeah—no, wonder.” She goes to walk off, then turns on me. “And watch your mouth in front of little miss because f-duck should not be her next full word.”
I snort. “If that’s the worst thing she says, then I’m doing something right.” With a shrug, I watch my little girl. My eyes sail over to Monroe, who’s holding his side from laughing. “If you keep that shit up, I’m going to make sure you choke on your fucking food.”
“She has a point about the language, Saint.” Sully points down the way the Doc went. “She might be mad that we took over what looks to have been her me time.”
“She didn’t have to invite us in. Actually, I told her that Ciara wanted to know if she would like to have lunch with us. I would have taken her to one of the places in town.” I shake my head. “Don’t give that look, Sully. I didn’t go all alpha on her. I didn’t do anything she didn’t fucking ask for.”
“Maybe not last night, but—” His eyes raise toward the ceiling. “Maybe Monroe and I should take Ciara outside for a bit. Looks like there’s a lake out back. I bet it’s got a little beachy spot for her to play.”
Monroe looks surprised. “I’m still eating.”
Sully tilts his head, and Monroe sighs. “Alright already.”
“There should be sunblock in the truck.”
Sully forces Monroe to go out, and he takes Ciara. I clean up the mess before going in search of the Doc.
“Hey, Doc, where ya at?” I call out.
“Back here.” Her voice comes from across the house, and I hear yipping with it. Following the sound, I pass by her staircase and into a minor hall. This whole place is as extravagant as her fucking car, white columns, marble, and granite counters. Seriously? Entering the mudroom, I find her sitting on the floor, the mother dog belly up, getting tummy scratches. She looks up at me in question.
“I cleaned up the dining room. There weren’t many leftovers, but what there was is in your fridge.” I look back at the way I came. “Look, I’m sorry for being a dick.”
She stops rubbing the pup, which looks pretty put out by it, as she sighs, looking down at her hands. They're clean, the nails clipped short, no polish. Nothing like the girls I deal with, who have fish hooks. “No, I’m sorry. Sorry I ghosted when you went into the bathroom this morning. It was immature and dishonest. I’m also sorry I overstepped with Ciara. It’s not my place. I’m not her momma…I’m nobody’s momma.”
Running a hand down my face, I sit on the floor beside her and pull her into me. “I chalk it up to payback. I’ve left more than I care to mention the same way you left me. Only seems right for a woman that gets under my skin as much as you to be the one to do it. As for Ciara, I’m trying, but there’s been someone behind me telling me I’m doing it wrong every fucking day. Ciara’s mother died in the hospital. Which is probably a good thing because that baby would not be the way she is had her mother not been so fucked up on drugs. I didn’t even know about her until three months ago. I know I don’t live the best way, but I’m doing what I can to best support my daughter. Now, what is this about you not being anybody’s momma?”
“Doesn’t matter. I made my decisions a long time ago. Look, you don’t know me, and I don’t know you.” She gently pushes me away. “What happened last night was fun. But that’s all. It’s not something I can let happen again. Even if I wanted it to. I’m Ciara’s doctor. I can’t risk everything I’ve sacrificed and worked so hard for over a bit of good dicking.”
“You being her doctor has nothing to do with this.” I drop my head but nod before standing up. “I’ll let myself out. Goodbye, Doc.” Before I can step away, she grabs my wrist, making me look down at her. I can see the lump in her throat as she swallows it down.
“Can you honestly tell me you are a man I should try to trust? That you—that I should? Can I believe you?”
“Doc, are you judging me based on my looks and the company I keep? I’ve not given you any reason not to trust me. Have I told you my life? Hell no, but at the same time, would you really want to know it?”
She shakes her head no but doesn’t let go of my arm. Instead, she squeezes it just a hair tighter, then uses me as an anchor so she can stand. Her hand lowers to mine, and she grasps it, making our fingers interlock. Her eyes search my face, and she runs her free hand through my slicked-back hair, ruffling it a bit. She continues to touch me, first the back of my head, then my jaw and cheek, trailing down my chin to the top button of my shirt.
Letting go, she unbuttons my shirt, her chest heaving. She lays a single kiss on each inch of my fully inked chest as it’s exposed.
Placing my hands on either side of her head, I force her to look at me. “Doc? I need to know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”
“No, you need to fuck me.”
“I—I can't. I don't have protection. Fuck.”
She nods, taking my hands. “Follow me.”
My hands move from hers to her waist. “I think I like you better like this than in the little sundress.”
She giggles, leading me to her stairway to heaven.
