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“He did not,” I replied, buttoning my pants and pulling the phone away so I could yank my scrub top over my head.
“I didn’t think so. Pretty sure the kid left it in his classroom. Too late now.”
They were leaving a few days before Spring Break for their trip, but I had a feeling a certain teacher who worked at the school would be more than willing to look for it while they were gone. “I might have a connection there. I’ll see if we can find it while you’re away.”
Remington’s voice faded away as he shouted to someone, “It’s a teacher! He’s fu—er,seeinga teacher!”
Michaela’s voice, even further away, shouted back, “It had better not be Ms. Janie or I swear to God, Lachlan! Welikeher!”
“It’s not Ms. Janie,” I rolled my eyes.
“Not her!” Remington relayed loudly.
“Jesus,” I muttered. “I’ll look for the toy. Anything else?”
“Nope. Happy humping.”
I hung up and tossed the phone onto my bag. I was most decidedly not humping Laurel. But the suggestion had merit. I knew she was attracted to me, and if our little make out session yesterday had been any indication, then she was just as full of pent-up sexual energy as I was. But she was under my care at the moment, and I wasn’t about to jump her when she was still healing. She was probably passed out, starving because I was late bringing lunch, and needed soup, medicine, and some kind of movie marathon to keep her stubborn ass in bed.
I finished dressing and only bothered to put on my tie because I needed to finish my consultation with Clemens and the team at U of U who had been waiting for news on the life flight patient. I hated delivering bad news, but as the consulting physician and surgeon who had stepped up to the plate, that was my responsibility.
When I had finished our meetings, I didn’t bother to change out of my lab coat before getting out of there. I checked my watch and wondered if Laurel had found something else to eat. I hoped she had. I couldn’t remember what was in my fridge, and it seemed more likely that she would just chew on the inside of her elbow than go for chia seed pudding.
Finally, I made my way out of the hospital and managed to swing by the restaurant to pick up my (late) lunch and hurried back down the winding backroad interstate that led to my mountain driveway. I had figured, if I was going to trade the city for the mountains, I might as well go all in. I was glad I had. It was a little lonely at times, but you can’t beat that scenery.
As my G350 revved up the slick, steep road, I checked my watch. It was almost three. Not terrible, but I hadn’t kept my word to come back by lunch, and I hated myself for that. God only knew what Laurel had gotten up to while I was gone.
I was relieved to see that she hadn’t attempted to shovel snow, at least. I pulled into the garage, grateful that I’d splurged for a silent motor so it wouldn’t wake her if she was sleeping, and tried my best to keep quiet as I eased the car door closed. I sneaked through the garage door, my bag of Styrofoam containers held out silently in front of me.
I toe-heeled my shoes off at the door and padded silently across the wood floors, surprised that none of the lights were on even though the cloudy, snow-laden day had darkened the kitchen and living room. I deposited our lunch on the counters, cocking an ear for any hint that Laurel was somewhere in the house.
Silence.
Foreboding filled me. An image of her lying on the bathroom floor with her head bleeding and a pool of red around her like a renaissance halo slammed into my brain. I hurried across the kitchen to the bedroom and poked my head through the door. Empty bed. My comforter was gone, but all was silent. What the hell?
A soft “uh,” sounded from my forest-view sunroom.
That was a weirdly familiar sound. But not one I expected to hear with visions of Laurel hurt and debilitated somewhere dancing across my eyes.
“Huh,” a breathy Laurel voice moaned. My jaw went slack. No way. I backtracked slowly, angling my body toward the forest-view room which jutted out over the hill from my living room.
A little Laurel-sized shape wrapped up in my white comforter made another soft moaning sound.
Oh. My. God. Could I be this lucky? I eased my way across the floors, my eyes riveted on Laurel as she lay on my linen couch, her head thrown back and two spots of rosy color on her cheeks. Her hand moved deliberately under the blanket.
Jesus Christ, she was gorgeous.I should say something. I should let her know that I’m here, but either way, she’s going to be massively embarrassed. Not that she should because this is delicious. What was the gentlemanly thing to do here?
Desire rushed through me and sent blood hammering through my veins straight to my cock. Screw the gentlemanly thing. This was amazing.Shewas amazing. I leaned against the wall, transfixed by her quick movements and pleasured noises.
Fucking hell.
Eleven
Laurel
Idid my best to pass the time. I took a shower after rifling through Lachlan’s drawers for some joggers and one of those Henleys I’d wanted to rip off his body. He actually had a pair of salmon-colored joggers—trendy—and a white Henley that sagged off my shoulders. I showered and dug through his stuff again until I found a package of new razors. Bingo.
After showering and shavingeverything(was I being too hopeful? I didn’t think so), I brushed my hair with my fingers and tried to encourage the waves to dry nicely.
