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“How about we meet at the new restaurant in town at seven tomorrow?” I offer. He frowns at that suggestion. Doubt fills me, but it’s already too late to reverse course. The line behind me is growing and I’d hate ruin his evening. Besides, it’s just as friends, right?
He tears off a piece of receipt paper and writes down his number and hands it to me. “That’s great. Here’s my number.”
“It’s good to see you again.” I take my groceries and leave before I change my mind and cancel.
“I can’t wait for tomorrow.” Suddenly I’m filled with dread, regretting that I made a friendly date with him. I did say it was as friends, but I know it’s not what he wants.
Chapter Three
Mike
Danny and Sammie are getting married and I’m envious of the prick. I love him, but for the first time, I want to be in his spot while a sassy brunette who pretends to not want me to take Sammie’s place.
We have two days until the new year and I want to spend them with her, but I’m not sure how to pull it off since she wants nothing to do with me—or at least she pretends that she doesn’t. It’s a long shot, but here it goes. I pull the clinic door open and see just one lady sitting down with a little boy. Perfect—it’s not swamped.
“Joey, the doctor will see you,” Tina says. Once she leads them to their room, I take my seat and wait for her to return. As soon as she pops her little round butt into her chair, I’m up out of mine and in front of her, smiling and doing my best to attract her attention. As large as I am you’d think it would be easy, but it takes my humming to and tapping on the counter for my future wife to grace me with her voice.
“May I help you, Mr. Miller?” she asks, typing on her computer. Tina tucks a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear, sliding the rest over her shoulder to reveal her slender neck. I fight back the growing arousal.
“Do you want to go to Vegas with me, baby girl?” I ask, leaning on her desk. God, I’ve missed that beautiful face scowling at me, or rather at her computer, knowing it’s just for me.
“Nope,” she says, staring at her computer, refusing to give me those caramel eyes.
“Why not?” I huff.
“Because I said so.” One of the worst damn lines in the world. My mother used that so many damn times it drove me nuts as a kid.
“That’s not a good reason,” I answer. There’s no reason she should want to go away from me. We don’t know each other, we haven’t had a polite conversation, but I want to hear her tell me that.
“Look, there are patients here who need my help. If you’re not ill, then move along.” Pivoting my head around, I see there isn’t a soul in the place.
I grab my chest, bending inward and groaning. “I am ill. I think there’s something wrong with my heart.”
“What’s wrong with it?” she asks, becoming concerned. At least I get her to give me her attention.
“It’s breaking.” She rolls her eyes, giving me the dirtiest mean look. I want to pin her against the wall and kiss her, but I just play it cool.
“My mother says if you do that, it’s going to stay that way.”
She crosses her eyes intentionally and says, “Good. Then maybe you’ll leave me alone.”
I let out a chuckle. “Not a chance. I’d still find you beautiful.” In fact, her playfulness is cute as fuck.
“My mother says the same thing, but she also says it’s not nice to lie, either. So go away.” She waves her hand, shooing me away.
“Tell me you’re not interested, and I’ll go away. And remember—your mother said it’s not nice to lie.” She slams her eyes shut, knowing I just caught her there. “Look, you don’t have to go with me, but I want you to know that I won’t back down.”
She looks up at me with a smirk. “Well, that’s tough because I have a date tonight.”
I stand up straight, trying to process what she just said. Tina has a date with some other asshole. Some lucky fucker has the opportunity to take her out, touch her hand. I want to smash his fucking face in, break his fingers, stomp on his nuts—but of course I can’t tell her that. There are lines I can’t cross with her.
Taking a calming breath, I ask, “What the fuck does he got that I don’t?”
She pauses, looking for something. “He’s a nice guy.”
There’s really a fucking pain in my chest this time, but I won’t give her that satisfaction. There’s only so much vulnerability I’m willing to give away at the moment.
My career and my actions the other day put me in a terrible light in her eyes. “Okay. Go on your date, sugar. See how fucking nice he is. I’ll be waiting when it’s over.” I storm out of the place, hating that I’m throwing in the towel, but I can’t get her to see me as a good man if I beat the fuck out of every guy that wants her. He’s probably not nice, he’s probably a pipsqueak who she thinks she can take in a hand-to-hand fight.
