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I poured and Bridge shrugged out of her jacket. The place was warm from the huge pizza ovens and so much better than yoga.

“He never saw it,” I explained. “I was in a paper gown, and he came in. That was a shock, I’ll tell you.”

“He arrived last week during the snowstorm and told us he was moving here and taking a job at a family practice.”

I took a sip–no, swig–of the wine, then asked, “You knew since last week? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I know, you keep saying you’re going to marry him.”

I looked down at my glass. “Well, maybe not since he rejected me.”

“He rejected you?” She leaned in and lowered her voice. “What did you do, put your feet in the stirrups and say fuck me?”

My eyes widened at that visual. “Gosh, Bridge, do you think that’s my style?”

I really hoped not. But… it was kinda hot if we were playing sexy games. If we skipped the speculum and all that.

She rolled her eyes. “Spill.”

I pushed her full glass in front of her. “Drink and shut up.”

She frowned but did as I ordered.

“He told me Dr. Robinson retired and he took her place.”

She saw Dr. Robinson growing up too. Half the town probably had.

“We talked some about my medical history and I told him I was in for an annual exam because I wanted birth control.”

“Got all that.”

I reached across the table and pushed the glass closer to her mouth.

“I told him I was going to start having sex and that I wanted to protect myself. Then he referred me to a gynecologist.”

He’d changed his mind about Dr. Jeffries and put in a referral for me instead.

“That’s it?”

I nodded and took another gulp. “He didn’t want to see my vagina.”

She frowned. “This wasn’t a date. He was doing his job, which now is a family doctor. If you’re going on birth control and need an annual exam, then it makes sense for him to refer you. His background is in trauma surgery. I’m sure he’s no expert on inserting IUDs.”

“I have no doubt he’s good at insertingsomethinginto a vagina.”

She laughed and gave me an appalled look.

“I’m sure I’m right,” I continued. “Besides, he knew what he was walking into when he took the job because it’s a flipping family practice. If he’s waiting for someone to walk in with a trauma emergency, he’s dumber than I thought.”

“I haven’t been to Dr. Robinson in years,” she commented.

“You went to Boston. It’s kinda hard to see her when you’re in a different time zone.”

“She would have referred you on to an OBGYN, too.”

I knew it, but wow, Theo James.

“So he wasn’t rejecting me.” I was being weird. I knew it. But I was always this way. I didn’t like shame. Not that he’d shamed me, but I felt rejected, just like I said. It was a trigger for me because I was used to it. Cheryl wasn’t a hugger, or even a liker. She was a moocher.

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