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“She had her feet on his dick. Like a hand job but with her feet.”
I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “That’s a thing?” I wondered. I knew everyone had their kink and fantasies, and I had plenty of them, especially with Lindy in mind. Not that though. Hell, no. I didn’t want Lindy’s feet on my dick. Her hands, sure. Her mouth, definitely. Her pussy, abso-fucking-lutely. If she was as naughty as I thought, maybe even her ass.
“For her it is,” he finally replied.
“I figured the guy’d be more into anal.”
That had Theo finally lightening up. I may have even heard a chuckle. “You’re right. Fuck.”
While he sounded more pissed off than sad about this situation, I was fucking thrilled. Bye bye Maude and her foot obsession. I had a feeling Silas and Mav wouldn’t be sad to see her go either.
“Look, take some time off,” I advised. “Get away from the footsie action at work. Come back to Hunter Valley.” I glanced out the window over the sink that overlooked the backyard. Since this was the older section of town, the houses were close together, but the landscaping was old and well established. A large shrub blocked out the back fence with its thick greenery and a shocking display of bright pink flowers.
“I–”
I cut him off before he gave me any of his usual excuses about saving lives. “Don’t tell me you can’t.” I poured the rest of the water into the sink and opened the dishwasher to put the glass in the top rack. I might be a bachelor, but I wasn’t a slob. “You’re the attending or lead fellow trauma surgeon or whatever the hell your title is. I don’t know how vacation time is accrued, if you earn it by the number of lives saved or what, but you must have like three months or something. A punch card like at the smoothie shop. Ten lives saved, get a day off.”
“You’re an idiot,” he said, although without any heat behind it. “I’ll think about it.”
Usually he said no and that was it. Any other answer, especially I’ll think about it, meant he’d already been considering the possibility himself.
“Now let’s circle back to you and Bridget’s sister.”
“Her name’s Lindy.” A lipstick of hers was on the counter and I picked it up and twisted it up so I could see the color. Imagined it smeared on her face and around my dick. “I’m going to marry her.”
There was a pause and I wondered if he got disconnected. “Say that again.”
“I’m going to marry her.”
I put the top back on and set it down.
“She know that?”
“Working on it.”
I wasn’t going to tell him that I went and bought a ring for her in Denver. Mallory and I had gone after I split from him and Silas after Mav’s fake wedding. Saying I was marrying a woman I just met was one thing. Getting a ring? He might send a psych resident or something up to evaluate me.
“Although not very well since she’s out on a date with some dentist right now,” I grumbled.
“Let me get this straight. Lindy, the woman you want to marry, is staying in your house since hers got destroyed by a fallen tree and is out on a date with another man.”
“Yes.”
“You let her go out with a dentist? Did they take your fucking man card away?”
It felt like it. I ran a hand over my face. “Mallory said I should.”
“Mallory. Bridget’s friend.” They’d met when we–me, Silas and Theo–flew up to Hunter Valley to check on Mav because he was being weird about a woman. Go figure.
“Yes.”
“Explain.”
So I did. I told him about Lindy and her need for consistency, for solving her own problems. That if I pushed her not to go on the date, she’d dig in those sexy-as-fuck heels, and I’d never get her.
“I guess that makes sense. The little teacher is pretty smart.”
“It sucks,” I admitted. “I want to go to that restaurant, toss her over my shoulder and drag her the hell out of there, growling mine as I go.”
