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“We’re good, thanks,” I mumble.
I’ve told Randy so many times that I don’t want to go out with him, but he won’t leave me alone. If this goes on much longer, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I can’t tell him off for asking me out and sending me flowers. That would be rude. Also, he’s a doctor who’s been working at St. Mary’s for five years, and I’m just a nurse completing the residency program. If it comes down to a public confrontation, everybody will take his side. Anaesthesiologists are hard to find.
“Would you like to go see a movie next week?” he asks.
“Randy, please. I’ve already told you that I’m not going out with you.”
“I have to pee,” Pippa jumps off her chair.
“Now?” I glare at her. I don’t want to be alone with Randy.
“I really need to go. I’ll be back in five.”
The moment Pippa’s gone, Randy places his hand over mine. “Come on, Milene. Just one date.”
“No.” I pull my hand away “Can you please leave?”
“Why are you being so difficult? It’s—”
Randy stops midsentence and looks over my shoulder. At the same time, an arm wraps around my waist.
“Sorry I’m late,” a deep baritone resonates next to my ear.
My body stiffens. I recognize that voice. He only spoke one word in the parking lot, but it’s hard to forget a voice like his. I turn my head and look up. The jacket guy. I blink at him, slightly stunned. It was early evening when we met before, and I wasn’t exactly in the best mental state, so I’d failed to fully take in his appearance. This time, my attention is more focused, and I’m seeing him clearly. Black suit, with a black shirt underneath. Both surely expensive. His face is all sharp lines and edges, as if carved in hard granite. He has an aristocratic air about him. The jacket guy is seriously hot.
“Milene?” Randy asks. “Who’s your friend?”
I smile at Randy. “This is Kurt. My boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” Randy asks while still staring at the jacket guy behind me. “Pippa said you broke up with him.”
“We had a fight, and I was angry, but we’re back together now.” I grin.
The arm around my waist tightens, and I find myself plastered against the muscular chest at my back.
“And we’re getting married in December,” the jacket guy says as he looks down at me. “Aren’t we, Goldie?”
Kurt and Goldie? I press my lips together, trying not to laugh. “Yup. December first.” How can he keep a straight face? “So you really need to stop asking me out, Randy. Kurt doesn’t like that one bit.”
Randy looks at the jacket guy, mumbles a sort of goodbye, and reluctantly heads toward the exit. The arm around my middle vanishes and I feel a pang of disappointment.
“Thanks for the save,” I say, reaching for my glass on the bar. “So, it’s a small world after all.”
The jacket guy regards me for a second, then moves even closer, leaning against the bar next to my stool. He has more gray than I thought, mostly at his temples, but also some up top. It’s unusual, but somehow the effect complements his face and those light brown eyes.
“Why Kurt?”
“I rewatchedTango and Cashyesterday. It was the first name that came to mind.” I shrug. “What’s your real name?”
“Kurt works for me just fine, Goldie.”
“Oh, a man of mystery?” I bring the glass to my lips, but it’s him I’m drinking in with my eyes. I don’t remember ever meeting a man with such a powerful presence before. He commands attention just by being in the room, and his looks seem to have little to do with it. “So, what do you do in life, Kurt?”
“You could say that I’m in management.” He tilts his head, and a strange look lights his eyes, as if he’s trying to figure me out. “And you? Delivered any more babies recently?”
“God, no. I’m still trying to process the first one.” I take a sip of my drink. “I was scared to death.”
“Yes, I could tell.”
