Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
I groan again. There’s no way I can sit here and listen to her talk about my erection, even if she’s talking about it in a medical way. “Just give me a minute, huh?”
She gets out of the bed, and the sight of her walking away with her tight booty shorts just makes me harder. I force my gaze to the wall in front of me and try to think about the most unsexy things I can think of. Fuck, this is embarrassing. She’s Chrissy, for fuck’s sake. I shouldn’t be reacting this way to her.
When I’m finally going flaccid, she comes out of the bathroom and has changed into another pair of shorts and a tank top. She’s without a bra, and her nipples are pressed against the tight shirt. Fucking kill me now.
I grunt as she passes by. “I’m going to start breakfast. Take your time.”
I swear I hear her giggle as she walks down the hallway.
When I seem to have calmed down, I get up and make my way over to the chair where my clothes are. I grab them and get dressed before going into the bathroom. There’s two toothbrushes in the holder, and for just a second, I panic, but then I remember that it’s the same toothbrush I used the last time I was here. I get cleaned up and then make my way out to the kitchen.
“I’m hoping that was my toothbrush in there because I used it.”
“Yep, it’s yours. Whose else would it be?”
All I do is nod because it feels good knowing that there isn’t some other guy spending the night here. I lean against the counter. “How you doing?”
I watch as she pours black coffee into a mug and hands it to me. “Here you go. Just like you like it.”
I take the mug from her hands. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you, not the other way around.”
She shrugs and turns back to the stove. “You took care of me last night. The least I can do is feed you.”
She turns off the stove and dumps the eggs in a bowl and sets them on the island. The toast pops up, and she sets them on a plate and butters them before sitting them next to the eggs. “Have a seat.”
“What can I do?”
She laughs and points to the stool. “Have a seat.”
I listen to what she says and sit down. This is how she is. She enjoys taking care of people, and I’m not going to fight her on it. I serve food onto the two plates and then pat the seat next to me. As she sits down, I pour from the orange juice carafe into our glasses. “This is perfect, honey.”
“I didn’t have any bacon.”
I shrug. “I don’t need bacon. This is perfect. I usually eat a granola bar for breakfast.”
She gasps. “You eat one granola bar?”
“Okay, maybe two… or three.”
“Gabe, you have to eat more than that. You can’t do your job and just eat a granola bar.”
I know she’s going to keep on, so I grab her hand and thread our fingers together and then hold her hand on my leg. “I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Now eat.”
She’s smiling up at me. “I need my hand back to eat.”
Reluctantly, I release her, and she picks up her fork. We’re both silent; she’s probably thinking about her day, and I’m thinking about her.
She breaks the silence. “I don’t think I’m cut out for working in the ER.”
I take a drink of the coffee and then spin my seat so I’m looking at her. “First of all, you’re cut out for anything you want to do. You’re the best at your job. You remain calm and do what needs done. And I know you don’t want to hear it, but I’ve thought about it all night. That woman wanted to be with her husband, and it was her time to go. Neither you nor the doctors could do anything to help her, but you know what? I bet after your talk with her, she felt at peace. She had someone tell her they cared about her. That made a difference to her, Chrissy.”
She creases her forehead. “So you don’t think I should change jobs?”
I brush the hair that has come out of her ponytail off her face and tuck it behind her ear. “I think you should wait a few days to make any decisions about your future. I know you love your job, but I also know you’re thinking about having a family and kids, and maybe a job where you’re not on call and working crazy hours would be a good move, but you should think about it, honey. Don’t do it because of what happened yesterday.”
She juts her chin at me. “I’ve been thinking about it for awhile.”