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“That was…” Her eyes were wide as she looked up at me, and the scent of desire coming off her again was nearly my undoing as she reached for me.
It would be hers if I gave in.
“That was the last time that ever happens.” I steadied her on the table, then turned and practically ran the fuck out of the house.
8
GRACE
“How are you feeling, Grace?” Doctor Watson asked as she came into the room, her white lab coat fluttering behind her.
I nodded slowly from where I sat in the patient chair tucked across the tiny exam room. “I’m doing okay,” I answered. Honestly, I hadn’t wanted to come in to see her, but I needed a refill on my anti-nausea meds, and she’d insisted I come in for another set of scans while getting the refill. Plus, therewasa question I really needed her to answer.
Apprehension climbed up my throat, threatening to steal the words away.
“How are the headaches?” she asked, taking a seat across from me as she clicked her pen and scribbled something down on my chart.
“Come and go,” I said.
“And the nausea? You’re here for a refill on the meds I gave you a few weeks ago?”
“Yeah, the nausea has been more persistent. It’s making it difficult to do the things I need to do.”
Like convincing Ajax to let go of whatever was holding him back.
Citrus and vanilla.His blood had tasted better than my favorite coffee, my favorite wine, any of it. And what he’d done to my body? God, I’d never been so consumed before. Never felt so cherished, so safe in his arms.
His teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.
Did that even happen? Or had I manifested a scene straight out of my favorite fiction? To be fair, Ajax was way better than any fantasy, but I wasterrifiedhe was just that…a fantasy.
And he’d been so incredibly busy the last five days—something about his work—that I was back to my theory that I’d conjured him out of thin air. Maybe more so, after the delicious swapping-of-blood scenario.
“We’ll get that taken care of,” she said, jerking me back to the present. Something bright danced in her gaze. “I got your scans back,” she said, sliding two clear image boards out of the folder she held. She stood up, positioning them on the light board and clicked it on. “You see this?” she asked, pointing to the dark mass that was slowly killing me.
“Yep,” I said. “Looks the same as two weeks ago.”
“But it’s not,” she said, turning back to me. “It’s a millimeter smaller than your last scan.”
“Okay,” I said, shrugging. “Is that significant?”
Her shoulders dropped as she sat back down. “Well, in your type of case, we usually love to see any kind of shrinking. I know it’s not a lot, but it’s something of note. Have you given any more thought to treatment? If it’s shrinking on its own—”
“Thanks, doc,” I said over her. “But I’m not changing my mind about treatment.” I blew out a breath, watching the frustration shape her features. “I appreciate you taking the scans and telling me, caring enough to continue to give me the anti-nausea meds and offer treatment, but I just can’t. I finally feel like I’m enjoying what’s left of my life, and I don’t want to throw a roadblock in that.”
Doctor Watson nodded, understanding flashing in her eyes. “That’s definitely your choice, even if I’d advise against it.”
I smiled at her. I knew she meant well, but I couldn’t give myself the hope. Especially with how little the movement was. And how? What had caused that millimeter difference? Maybe the scan just didn’t capture it all or maybe it did shrink on its own. It wouldn’t make a difference in the end. Death, I’d accepted. Hope wasn’t something I could survive.
“Was there anything else you needed to talk to me about today, Grace?”
I blinked out of my thoughts, nodding. “Yes,” I said. “Even though I’m not getting treatment, I still want to be educated on my situation. I remember certain things about what happened to my mother, and I’ve Googled some stuff, but I figured you’re a much better source than a search engine.”
“I’ll do my best,” she said. “Shoot.”
“What other kind of side effects can I expect over the next few months? The headaches and nausea I understand, but could there be other…things?” I swallowed around the lump in my throat.
Like hearing voices or hallucinating about a sexy man sinking his teeth into me and then feeding me his blood in return?
