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I snuggle into the covers and let the scent of laundry soap, and him wash over me. I must have fallen asleep instantly because the next thing I knew, the sun was streaming in through the open curtains. Groaning, I roll over and see that he has been while Fletcher isn’t in bed right now. Before I have the time to dwell on that, the scent of bacon hits my nose, and my belly grumbles. I haven’t eaten since the light breakfast I had yesterday before leaving my apartment. I get out of bed and all but follow the scent plumes like a cartoon right into the kitchen.
A shirtless Fletcher is standing at the stove. Shit. He’s gorgeous. Yes, I noticed it yesterday, but I was too scared to do or say anything to him. But now that I’ve calmed the hell down, I can appreciate the man, my man, standing in front of me. I must make a noise or something because the next thing I know, his eyes are on mine. I smile, a genuine one this time, and he grins back at me.
“Good morning, wife,” he says, his voice all growly and sexy. Hearing him call me wife does something to me. Something I can’t explain.
“Good morning, husband,” I reply, trying it out. I find that I like it.
“Are you hungry?” he asks as he reaches next to him and pulls some plates from the cabinet. In doing so, his big muscles flex. I have to bite my lip to keep from saying anything I shouldn’t.
“Starving,” I say after he says my name because I’ve taken a little too long to answer him.
“Have a seat,” he says, gesturing to the barstool opposite the stove. I take a seat and continue to watch him. “Coffee?”
“Yes, but I’ll grab it.” I get up, move around the island to the coffee pot, open the cabinet above it, and find the coffee cups. It’s just exactly where I’d put them. I reach into the fridge and pull the milk out. After doctoring mine up, I freshen his up.
Eventually, we sit down and eat together, talking about our days. I know nothing about him, so when I learn he’s a doctor, I light up, telling him about being an emergency room nurse. I love how much we have in common. He eventually goes to work, and I clean up the kitchen. He gives me the use of his SUV so I can go into Charleston for my appointment with the nursing board. Once I’m done with that, thankful that it was easy as hell, I stop at the grocery store and pick up the stuff I need to cook dinner for Fletcher. On the way home, I stop at his office. He told me where it was this morning.
“Hi, can I help you?” a young guy in a white coat says, looking up from the computer in front of him.
“Hello. I’m looking for my husband, Dr. Blake?”
“Ah, you must be Florence. Dr. Studly hasn’t spoken of anything else but you this morning.” He laughs, and so do I, feeling at ease with this guy. He seems like a goofball.
“Yes. I’m Florence Jorgensen, I mean Blake.” Second time today I’ve said that. It’s going to take some getting used to.
“Dr. Carter Sutton,” he says, extending his hand to me. I shake it; then he kisses the back of it.
“For fucks sake, Carter. You’ve got to get your own girl,” Fletcher says, entering the room. I jerk my hand away from Carter. Fletcher doesn’t look or sound pissed, but I know that can change in an instant.
“I’m sorry, Fletcher,” I say immediately.
“Don’t apologize. Carter is the town flirt. He flirts with everyone, even my grandmother isn’t safe from this charmer.”
I can’t help grinning at this assessment of Carter. It fits perfectly. I look around the room and saw the nurse wanted to sign and ask about it.
“You’re hired,” both Fletcher and Carter say simultaneously.
Okay, Hollow’s Hollow is getting better and better. I’m all set to start as soon as my West Virginia license arrives.
I wave goodbye and climb back into the SUV, heading home. It dawns on me that his house feels like home to me so quickly.
I can’t wait for him to come so I can feed him.
ChapterTwo
Fletcher
It has been a full twenty-four hours since we were married, and it has been a quiet and pensive one.
When I left the house last night to confront Lloyd, he confirmed part of what I already knew. She is running from something or someone. He said he deduced this from the tone of her voice when he called to see if she was indeed interested in being matched. There was something frantic, desperate in her voice when he spoke with her. He didn’t want to pry and figured she would confide in me when we got closer.
Needless to say, his answer didn’t soothe the knot in my stomach. It only added to it because I couldn’t stop the ominous feeling that something was wrong and it would show up at our doorstep. Once I left him, I went right to Paul.“Dr. Blake, how can I help?” He smirks at me because he knows how annoyed I get when my best friends call me by my title.
“Hey asshole I am here on serious business.” He leans into his desk and gives me his undivided attention. “I believe my wife has a few secrets that are scaring the hell out of her and have caused her great pain. We are not at the point that I can ask her, but I would like to know now.”
“How can I help?”
“I need you to find out what you can as soon as possible.”
