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“You’re worth the wait, Sunshine.”
His touch set her lady parts on fire as she remembered all the dirty things he’d promised he was going to do to her. And having spent the weekend with him earlier that month, she knew he would deliver.
With one hand on his back between his shoulder blades, she traced the hair above his ear with the other, relishing the feel of his hand on her thigh.
Still, she admonished, “Behave, or we’ll never get out of here.”
“Fine,” he groused and slowly withdrew his hand.
She instantly missed the warmth of his palm, but that only spurred her on to finish quickly so they could leave.
“Did Phoebe get adopted?” he asked as she finished inventorying the remaining items.
“She did! By Liam McDonald. I think he’s—”
“The CEO of Boston General,” Aiden supplied. “My boss.”
Dakota laughed. “I was going to say a good match for my sister, which is why I made arrangements she be the one to do a home inspection and deliver Phoebe.”
Aiden chuckled. “I didn’t realize you had matchmaker on your resume.”
“I don’t. I just kept getting they’re connected. I didn’t realize he was the hospital’s CEO.”
“Does that change things?”
She felt into the new knowledge for a second, then shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I keep seeing the two of them with Phoebe. Although, I kept seeing Whitney and Steven with a child, so I’m not sure I trust anything the spirit guides are showing me right now.”
“Did you just say,spirit guides?”
“Yep.”
She looked at him dead-on with a raised eyebrow and hand on her hip, as if challenging him to say something about it.
“That’s what I thought.”
“Do you have a comment about it?”
“Sunshine, I was married for over sixteen years. I learned a long time ago when to keep my mouth shut.”
She bristled at the reminder that he’d been married. Which was stupid. Of course, he’d been married. He had two teenage girls. Why should that make her jealous?
But there was no denying the pang of the green-eyed monster in the pit of her stomach. Maybe that’s why she didn’t let it drop. She was consciously or subconsciously trying to pick a fight.
“No, please, share with the class. What do you think about that?”
He got up from his chair and slowly approached her, like she was a wounded animal and he needed to be cautious. When he finally stood in front of her, he softly stroked her hip with his fingertips.
“I don’t understand spirit guides, or auras, or chakras, or any of that. I’m a guy who likes facts; things that can be proven, so it’s hard for me, but it’s obviously a part of who you are, so, I respect it.”
Goddammit. Good answer.
He continued, “Just like I hope you respect the way my mind works.”
“Of course, I respect you. I think you’re brilliant. And I understand my gift might be hard for you to comprehend because it’s not rooted in something you can scientifically prove. But I appreciate that you aren’t disregarding it simply because you don’t understand it.”
“I would never—”
Dakota cocked her head. “Mmm, you sure about that? I seem to recall you being pretty dismissive of me the first time we met.”
