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“I mean,” I say quietly. “I amprettysure.”
He grins, lowering to let his lips brush against my cheek. “Pretty sure is good enough for me.”
The happiness I’m feeling is scary, but there is also a sweetness to it, a sense of satisfaction, almost like fitting the last piece of a puzzle to see the picture as a whole. I can’t say if it’s fate that I’m feeling, I don’t know if I’ll ever believe in that—but it’s something incredibly close.
We break apart when we hear more footsteps, Noah clearing his throat as a petite brunette clacks down the hallway, looking preoccupied. She stops short when she sees us, her eyes widening and her mouth parting in surprise. “Dr Taylor? Dr. Carter?”
I cock an eyebrow. “Yes?”
“Sorry,” she offers. She points to herself. “I’m Jessica. From Radiology. It’s just, like,soawesome to see you together. You’re the talk of the hospital!”
My eyes widen, realization hitting me.
This is fucking Jessica.
“Yeah, well...” I shuffle awkwardly, looping my arm through Noah’s. “It’s been... a whirlwind.”
“Wow,” Jessica laughs. “This is just great. I’ve totally been rooting for you guys.”
“Thanks,” I tell her, willing this conversation to end. “Anyway...”
“You’ll have to excuse us,” Noah says, saving me. “We’ve got somewhere to be.”
“Oh, right, of course.” Jessica waves us off. “You two go on.” She looks positively ecstatic. “See you around!”
She waves good-bye before continuing on her way, and Noahwaits until she’s out of earshot before leaning down toward me. “Why does she look so familiar?”
“Trust me,” I sigh. “You don’t want to know.” I let my hand slide down his arm to grasp his hand as I give it a tug, but he’s still got this scrunched look on his face.
“Jessica,” he mutters.
I arch a brow. “Know her?”
“She congratulated me on our mating the other day.”
“Apparently, we have our very own fan club.”
He narrows his eyes. “Is her mother’s name Regina?”
“I’m... not sure? Why?”
Noah mumbles something under his breath, shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter.” He slips his hand into mine. “How do you feel about meeting my mother?”
“Wow, one ‘I love you’ and you’re dying for me to meet the folks.”
“No,” he scoffs. “This is self-preservation. My mother sniffs out gossip like a bloodhound on a trail. If she finds out from the rumor mill before I can tell her...”
“How romantic,” I coo. “ ‘Meet my mother, Mack, so she doesn’t murder me.’ ”
He rolls his eyes. “Might as well get it over with, since you’re going to be around for a very long time.”
“Oh?” My heart squeezes. “A long time, huh?”
“Forever, if I have anything to do with it,” he murmurs, leaning to brush his lips against my temple, and I have to fight not to become a puddle.
Fuck “pretty sure.” Ilovethis guy.
My face splits into a wide grin. I’ll tell him later.
