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“Thanks,” I mumble, my head spinning with the hundred possible directions this conversation could go if I pursue it. Instead, I wrap my arms around my brother’s waist and lay my cheek against his chest.

He squeezes me against him and kisses my forehead. “I love you, Marcy. I just want you to be happy.”

“I love you too.”

Arthur releases me. “I’ll let you get some sleep. Call me if you need anything.”

“Will do. Tell Kate I said ‘hi.’” I walk him to the door and lock it behind him before collapsing against it and closing my eyes.

Why didn’t I just tell him the truth? Because it’s Arthur, and he’s known Rob for years. I don’t want to start some ridiculous feud between them because we hooked up. My brother is protective of me, but he respects my decisions.

After a soothing shower to cool off, I pull on my pajamas and curl up in bed.

I washed the sheets, but the pillow still smells like him. The memories, like whisps of smoke, curl around me, pulling me into a play-by-play review of every sexual act we indulged in.

Rob has always been my dream, my fantasy. Crushing on him as a teen was hard because I knew he would never see me as more than Arthur’s little sister. Then after Dan...well, I was broken and scared. I didn’t want or need a man to rescue me. But Rob stood beside me, as steadfast as any brother. Never asking for anything, never pushing me.

How I convinced myself he hated me, I’ll never understand. Rob’s always been there. My knight in bloody scrubs. I pushed him away because this feeling, it terrifies me.

I love Rob, and I always have.

But what the hell am I supposed to do now that we’ve crossed that line?

Maybe it’s time we sit down and have an adult conversation. I need to know what he expects from me.

But first, I need to figure out what I want from him. Am I really willing to break my own vow? Being Rob’s wife doesn’t sound bad now that I’ve had time to think about it. I mean, time to seriously consider it.

Sleep evades me while my brain struggles to make sense of my change in plans. I hug Rob’s pillow to my chest and inhale deeply, wishing he were here with me now.

Chapter Eighteen

Rob

“Sir, you can’t just barge in here like that.” Summer’s voice carries through the waiting room.

“I must speak with him now.”

Wait...I know that voice. Following the sound of commotion, I open the door to the waiting room and see my best friend arguing with one of the nurses.

“It’s all right, Summer. I’ll handle it.” I chuckle when she shakes her head and turns away in a huff.

Arthur faces me. “Finally. I tried to catch you before you left this morning.”

“My shift started at four a.m.” I hold the door for him. “Come on. My office is back here.”

The handful of patients waiting to be seen follow us with curious stares. I don’t have much time, but Arthur looks agitated and I don’t need an incident in the waiting room. There are far too many of those every day or so as it is.

Summer glances at us as we pass her. “The patient in five is ready for you.”

“I’ll be there in a moment.” I push open my office door and motion for my friend to enter. “Thank you, Summer.” With a wink in her direction, I close the door.

“Now, what’s so important—”

My words die when Arthur turns around, grabs the lapel of my lab coat, and shoves me against the wall.

“What happened between you and Marcy this weekend?”

“I told you what happened.” I grab his fist and slowly peel it from my coat.

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