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“Stop looking at my ass and answer my question. Can you go home?” Her eyes meet mine for a second time before focusing on the window behind me.
“Ah, Brian. I see you haven’t left yet,” Dr. Wilson says, walking in and offering me a booklet. “Here.”
I take it and frown.
“It has extra information on ICDs. Read it, and if you have questions, call.”
I nod.
Amanda looks at the doctor. “Sorry, but can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” he says.
My eyes shoot to Amanda. “I can answer your questions.”
She cocks her brow. “You could tell me a half-truth, so no, thank you.”
Doctor Wilson chuckles.
“What are the things Brian can or can’t do during his recovery?”
“Brian can go on with his life, but he needs to avoid lifting or pulling objects that weigh over ten pounds for at least six weeks. This is to give his ICD and the wires to his heart time to settle in his body. Anything else you want to know?” he asks.
She shakes her head.
“Okay. Then I’ll say, have a good recovery, and I’ll see you at your next checkup in six weeks, Brian.”
“Time to leave this place,” I say.
As soon as the doctor leaves, I reach for my bag at the same time as Amanda, causing our heads to clash.
“Aww, damn!” she whimpers while grasping the bag and pulling it toward her. We gaze at each other while rubbing our sore spots. “What the hell are you doing? The doctor said, ‘no lifting.’”
Irritation bubbles up inside me. “For fuck’s sake, I’m not an invalid, Amanda. The bag weighs less than ten pounds, and for your information, this arm,” I mutter, grabbing the bag with my right hand and tugging at it, “works perfectly fine.”
With eyes that sparkle with annoyance, she says, “Brian Fox, if you want a ride home, you better let go.”
We hold each other’s gaze for a few heavy seconds before I release the bag and watch as she struts off to the elevator.Damn, she’s sexy when she’s not taking any of my crap.It triggers a memory, one that always makes me smirk. It was the time I overheard Alisha saying she believed Cole could make her come with one touch. When I said I couldn’t wait to tell my best friend he might possess a magic touch, Amanda spun around and pointed at me in warning with a seductive glint in her eye, and said, “Don’t you dare tell him that. Or else you’ll meetmymagic touch.”
Her passionate demeanor sparked something inside me and before I could consider it twice, I pulled her close and whispered near her ear, “You nearly make me need to find out.”
Her breath hitched as I withdrew, leaving us both shaken by the intensity of our exchange. Desperate to cool my heated body and clear my lust-filled mind, I strode away.
Outside, the autumn breeze carries thin drops of rain, each one a promise of more. I grin as Amanda keeps wiping rebellious strands of hair out of her face. My moment of enjoyment vanishes, and my jaw clenches when she opens the passenger side door of her white Porsche Cayenne.
“Amanda, I can open the goddamn door myself.”
With a loud bang and mumbling something under her breath, she closes it and stomps to the driver’s side, throwing the bag in the back seat. I huff and get in.This will be fun.
“Sorry, I know you mean well. It’s just—”
“Yeah, you don’t want my help. Got it, won’t happen again,” she spits out, turning the key and driving off.
Fuck.
I stay silent and sit back as she maneuvers her way out of the busy parking lot. Suddenly, I notice her biting her bottom lip and knowing her well enough, I say, “What’s on your mind, Brownie?”
The silence is heavy until she takes a deep breath and speaks up, “I’ve been wondering. Is it because of your condition that you’ve been denying our connection all these years?”
