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Turning to face my mother and Gerard, I say, “There’s been a change of plans. Elizabeth is needed back at the office.”
“What?” Mom slants me disappointed eyes.
“Babe,” Elizabeth squeezes my arm in a tight grip, “we left Levy to take care of that, remember? Now stop stalling. Let’s go inside.”
I drag her back. “Elizabeth.”
“Oh, stop it you two.” Mom hooks Elizabeth’s arm and steers her away from me. “Brogan, you need to calm down. You can drag Elizabeth to an empty storage closet and have your private moment after we’ve visited with Steph.”
Elizabeth looks horrified. “That’s not—”
“I know. I know. I’ll pretend I can’t see how much you want each other. Now let’s hurry up before we miss her.” Mom ducks her head close to Elizabeth and murmurs, “Steph’s a busy girl. Always running around doing something.”
I glare in Elizabeth’s direction.
She sticks her tongue out at me before walking away.
“Here.” A water bottle magically appears in front of me. I glance to the left and see Gerard giving me a knowing look. He shakes the water. “Take it. Cool down.”
“I’m good.”
He clears his throat. Gestures to my pants.
Damn.
Okay.
So I’m not as cool as I could be.
I turn and adjust myself.
Gerard chuckles. “I see you and Mrs. Harrington are getting along just fine.”
I grit my teeth and grab the water bottle from him, chugging it down.
When I don’t answer, Gerard returns to the truck. I wipe my wet mouth with the back of my hand and watch as Mom and Elizabeth disappear inside the hospital.
So she gets me excited.
So I want my hands all over that soft little body.
Want my fingers creeping up those thighs.
Want her begging for more as I tease her.
But that’s not love.
That’s… something else.
Something completely different.
The only thing I feel for Elizabeth in the scrap of my heart that survived the flames is frustration. It’s not deeper and it sure as hell isn’t sweeter than that.
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Elizabeth
Gwen leads me through a maze of hallways, her steps light and her smile wide as she greets all the nurses and doctors.
