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When she moved again, I lifted my arm and she popped from bed.
“I have school.”
I glanced up at her, hair a mess, eyes more asleep than awake. The pale blue nightshirt that may have covered her tits but didn’t do a thing to hide the full swells or the plump tips. Even though I knewexactlywhat they looked like, there was something unbelievably sexy about this look. Intimate.
Fuck, I was hard. So hard it hurt. I knew what could fix that.
“I know you usually come over at six, but how about six am instead of six pm?” I asked, reaching down and rubbing my dick through my jeans.
Her gaze dropped to watch what my hand was doing. I was fully clothed in my day-old outfit and she looked at me as if I was one of those male revue dancers.
She shook her head, as if to clear away cobwebs. “I have to shower.” Lifting her sleep shirt up and over her head, she tossed it aside so she was only in a pair of pale pink panties. With a glance over her shoulder, she added, “But I can multitask.”
I hopped from the bed and followed her across the hall into the bathroom while I tugged down the zipper on my jeans. “I’m a trauma surgeon. Multitask is my middle name.”
52
THEO
“What’s wrong?”Verna asked.
I froze, patted my stethoscope around my neck automatically. Looked around. “Nothing. Why?”
“You’re smiling,” she said, her voice laced with suspicion.
I laughed.
“Now you’re laughing.” She stood from her seat at her desk and came around the counter. She held an instant read thermometer.
I held up my hands to ward her off, forcing the smile from my face. “I’m fine.”
“You were gone for a day and a half and now you’re… happy.”
I wasn’t sure about that. “No one’s died this week.”
“That’swhat makes you happy?” she asked, clearly concerned.
I frowned. “Aren’t you glad no one’s died?”
She shrugged. “Sure, but it’s not something I take time to consider. I mean, it’s really low on my list.”
“It’s high on a trauma surgeon’s list,” I replied. “Can’t mess with the quota.”
She frowned, set her hands on her hips and slowly shook his head. “And he’s back.”
I frowned in return.
“Jeff took your patients yesterday so you’re not double booked. However, you’ve got a patient in room one and Mrs. Krase is up next, so be prepared.”
I nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Oh, Mac called about lunch again today. It seems he’s smitten with you. I told him you can’t because of patient appointments but you’re free at four for happy hour.”
“I appreciate you scheduling my social life.”
“Your calendar shows you booked every day at six, so I figure four would work.”
I looked down at the industrial carpet and adjusted the stethoscope and tried not to smile. I wasn’t planning on telling her what happened every day atsexo’clock.
