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“Um, what about me, your actual boyfriend, and up until today, we worked together,” Drake said, playfully trying to pry them apart.
“You’ll never be able to replace me, Maguire. The best you can do is make an agreeable stand-in and then buy a vacation condo on the coast so you can come visit me.”
“That’s a great idea,” Margo said, looking to Drake for agreement.
Drake pulled her into his arms. “As if I could deny you anything. Why don’t we all get settled in our new positions before we plan our first reunion? But I am definitely going to be up for several trips especially if you can get us on that SEAL compound.”
Dalton nodded. “I’ve got money on you heading back to plastics in a year.”
“Thanks, man. I’ll try not to outshine you as the new ER attending my first week. I’ll let your memory linger for a bit,” Drake said.
“I think you’ll both do great, and I plan to bask in the calm banker’s hours I’ll be keeping in oncology,” Margo said.
If someone had told her she had the chance to be this exceedingly, gloriously happy even a year ago, she wouldn’t have believed them. After a few too many pieces of cake and saying goodbye to their colleagues in the emergency department, the three of them exited the hospital onto the busy city street.
“We’ll see you at the beach,” Margo said, giving Dalton one more fierce hug. “Remember what we talked about. Everyone deserves a second chance, even you.”
“See you in the sand and the surf,” Dalton said, squeezing her back.
He and Drake gave each other manly hugs, and they watched him walk away. He was flying out that night. Dalton had always seemed like he was holding onto something from his past, and she’d assumed it had to do with his time as a Navy SEAL. But now that he was headed back to his hometown to take over as the head of their emergency department, she couldn’t help but wonder if he had unfinished business too.
“And then there were two,” Drake said, gripping her hand. “Come on, we have the entire weekend off to celebrate before we both start our new jobs.”
Burrowing into his side, they walked down the sidewalk to the parking garage to the shiny SUV Drake had gifted her.
“Don’t forget we have your dad’s event tomorrow, and what is that meeting about beforehand? Do we really need coaching on how to ‘act’ like a supportive family?”
Drake groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
“I guess your dad doesn’t want to take any chances we’ll say or do the wrong thing. I mean it is super impressive he’ll be running for governor of our state. That is a big deal.”
“The fact that you’ve become one of his biggest supporters is quite amusing, but just wait until you meet his campaign manager before you sign us up for any more events.”
“I’m really just into it for the glamor and the swag,” she said. “Do you think we’ll get to meet President Cruz? Maybe she’ll make me her personal physician.”
“I’m pretty sure you have to be in the Navy for that job, but I agree it would be pretty cool to meet her,” Drake said. “It’s also going to be extremely entertaining to watch Ian squirm.”
“Your poor, suffering brother. At least he and your dad have made some progress?”
“More like agreeing to tolerate each other.” Drake opened the passenger side for her and waited until she was buckled to close the door. Then he got in on the driver’s side and headed out of the city to their home.
“It’s better than nothing, and maybe this process of supporting your dad will bring them closer together.”
“Maybe. Now enough about them. What shall I do to you first when we get home?” Drake’s hand reached over to grip her thigh before sliding all the way up to cup her between the legs.
“Husband, you’re driving.”
“Multitasking. Besides, I like to hear your breath hitch like that.”
“You like to tease me,” she breathed as his fingers stroked her through the fabric of her scrubs.
“Emm, yes. That too.”
By the time they pulled into their driveway, she was ready to rip off his clothes and did the second they were inside the garage and out of the car. They didn’t even make it into the house before Drake was bending her over with her hands on his sports car. The metal was cold beneath her hands as his warm body pressed into hers. But the desire between them was too intense, and his pace quickened. She’d worked her last shift, and they hadn’t seen each other for ten hours. He was hungry for her. Pushing her hips back to meet his strokes, she smiled at the sound of his guttural moan.
She would never get enough of him but enjoyed trying.
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