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“Hey,” he says in that gruff baritone of his that never fails to give me chills when he uses it just right. He sounds like he’s walking, and then I hear a door open and shut. “I’m sorry about your patient. Are you okay?”
“Jesus wasn’t even going to be able to save him. So yes. But still, that always sucks. His wife told me he likes to garden and plants her a new flower every year. I’m heartbroken for her.”
“Damn. That is rough.”
“Yes, but this basket is amazing.”
“So are you. I hope you know that. Both as you and as a surgeon.”
I blink, stare at the basket in my locker, and then slam the door shut. “How’s your mom?” I ask, redirecting him. I inwardly sigh. I’m being ridiculous and need to remember to stop overthinking and overanalyzing everything. I punch in the code for my locker, remove an oatmeal raisin cookie, and then close it back up. Peeling off the foil, I shove a soft, gooey, cinnamony piece into my mouth and moan accordingly.
“Uh. She’s good. Having her chemo. Um. Why are you moaning?”
“Sorry,” I garble around the cookie as I swallow. “I had a bite of the oatmeal raisin.”
He chuckles lightly. “Orgasmically good, huh? Since that’s how you sound when I make you come.”
“It is not!”
“It is too. Trust me, that sound is forever ingrained in my brain. I jerk off to the memory of that sound in the shower practically every morning.”
My eyes flare, and my head whips around to make sure no one overhears that, even though I’m holding the phone up to my ear and I’m alone in here. “You do not!”
More chuckles. “I do. I even use your shampoo that somehow ended up in my shower so I can smell you as I jerk my cock. We haven’t had a lot of morning sex, and I wake up hard as stone knowing you’re just down the hall and I can’t have you. Maybe I should start sneaking into your room and waking you up with my face between your thighs.”
Heat ignites like a forest fire in my blood. “Bennett Lawson! You’re fucking dirty.” And getting me very wet. While I’m at work.
“Katy Barrows,” he mocks playfully. “You make me that way.”
I cover my mouth with my hand and abruptly stand, needing to move so I don’t start squirming on the bench. “I’m riding the crimson wave. It’s officially shark week in these waters.”
“Next week then,” he comments, unperturbed before he pauses. “Do you want me to come home tonight?”
I do. I shouldn’t, but I do. So I don’t even entertain it. “No. Your mom needs you tonight. She gets sick after her chemo.”
“I hate the thought of you at the house alone tonight, though.”
I start to pace around the changing bench. “I’ll be fine, Bennett. I’m a big girl.”
“I know. But I like being there when you get home.”
“I’ll take a bath and then watch a movie or read a smutty book.”
“Without me? That’s just torture. I suppose I have no choice but to get over it.”
But will I?
“Are you reading to your mom?” I ask, once again redirecting us.
“Yep. Same book. We’re almost at the conclusion.”
“Do you think there’s going to be an HEA?”
“HEA?” he questions.
“Happily ever after.”
He scoffs indignantly. “I sure as fuck hope so. This couple has been through it. A surprise pregnancy, a crazy ex, some weird workplace drama, and some annoying insecurities broke them up for a bit. That was a twist my mother and I were not expecting. We thought they’d make it through without that. Why couldn’t they just communicate like regular adults do?” He laughs self-effacingly. “You totally think less of me now, don’t you?”
