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Just as I’m pocketing my phone, the doorbell rings.
Since Berk has two siblings who have found their life partners too, I’m used to big Morgan family dinners.
I swing open the door expecting to see my cousin, Keats and his family, or Sinclair and her fiancé, Jameson.
It’s not a Morgan behind the door.
It’s a Rehn.
Eloise, dressed in a red off-the-shoulder sweater and ripped, faded jeans stares up at me. “Oh.”
Oh indeed.
My gaze drops to her lips before I look into her eyes. “Hello, Eloise.”
“Dr. Morgan,” she says my name in a breathy tone. “How are you, sir?”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Eloise
The word ‘sir’just slipped right off my tongue.
I’d call it a Freudian slip but it was more an ‘oh-no-fuck-me’ slip.
Holding my breath I stare at Dr. Morgan waiting for his reaction. If he calls me lamb right now I may just drop to my knees.
Out of weakness, not out of a desire to do what I did to him in that club.
“Is that Eloise?” Stevie Morgan’s voice carries through the narrow foyer. “It’s her, isn’t it?”
“It is,” he affirms with a brisk nod, never tearing his gaze from mine.
“Invite her in,” Stevie suggests from somewhere behind Dr. Morgan.
He’s a tall man with broad shoulders and a trim waist. I should feel claustrophobic given how he’s towering over me, but I think I’m shock.
Why is he even here right now?
After Stevie invited me to dinner, I sent Astrid a text asking who else would be here. I did that with the excuse that I was bringing dessert and needed to know how much cheesecake to buy.
She claimed it would only be the four of us. I didn’t question that since I’ve never been here at the same time as the doctor.
“Hey, Eloise.” Berk appears right behind his cousin. “I hope you brought extra dessert. We just found out two minutes ago that Stevie invited Gaines to dinner.”
“How could I not?” Stevie sneaks past Dr. Morgan to greet me with a hug. “I missed him, and I wanted him to see the sweater Eloise knit for me. I asked her to add something special to it, and she said she would.”
I did tell her that when she texted me yesterday to request the addition of a small blue whale to the sleeve of the white cardigan I made for her. I welcomed the last minute complication because it sucked up all my time last night.
I hold up a shopping bag that is an exact match to the one Saylor had in her hand yesterday when she dropped her stuffed lamb on the cafeteria floor.
Dr. Morgan’s gaze falls to it. “Let me get out of the way.”
I appreciate that because he not only smells like the sin I partook in at Club Skyn, but he looks like one of those hot doctors from the medical dramas on my favorite streaming service. I avoided all of those last night and opted to watch a documentary about the origins of fly-fishing while I added the whale detail to Stevie’s sweater.
“Thank you,” I whisper as I brush past him.
“Wait a minute.” Berk grabs hold of my hand. “You two haven’t been formally introduced yet, have you?”
