Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 64910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
And more danger.
Which scared the crap out of me. Not that I would be admitting that.
“All right,” I said softly. “Well, we both need to go. You’ll be okay on your bike today?”
He grinned. “Rain or shine, baby. Bikers take it any way they can get it.”
I giggled, which amused him.
“You’ll be okay in that brand-new luxury ride?” he teased.
It was a luxury ride. It was the nicest vehicle I’d ever been in before.
It was a BMW X7. Top-of-the-line everything, and Bram had paid cash for it.
So yes, I would be perfectly okay in my luxury SUV that was paid off.
“Yes.” I rolled my eyes. “Walk me out?”
“Anytime.”
We parted at our vehicles after he kissed the hell out of me again.
He followed me all the way to my office, then went to his own.
Then, for the next two hours, I got to know the women I’d be working with for the next few months.
• • •
“Is that your husband?” Marsha, the front desk receptionist that worked for both me—yeah, I was still getting over that myself—and the other doctor in the practice.
I looked up from my notes that I was taking and inputting into my previous patient’s chart to find Bram walking toward the front door with a sexy gait that really set my blood on fire.
Now that I’d figured out I could hold sweet stuff down—and had meds to settle me down when I needed it—I was finally able to focus on other urges.
Like the one currently setting my pants on fire at the sight of my husband.
He was wearing dirty work pants, dirty work boots, a clean gray T-shirt that said ‘Dr. Pepper’ on it, and a black ball cap pulled low over his eyes.
His hair was overly long and curling out from around the back of his ball cap, and it was so adorably cute that I wanted nothing more than to run my fingers through each individual curl.
I felt myself smiling as I dropped my head back down to finish my notes.
“That’s him,” I confirmed.
“All those curls,” Marsha whispered. “They’re to die for. I’ll bet you love running your fingers through them.”
Dutch, the other psychologist who’d hired me to work with her for the next six months, came out of her office with a young man in front of her. “I’ll see you next week at two, correct? Don’t be late this time. My hourly rate is still the same whether you show up on time or not.”
My lips were twitching as the young man walked out grumbling a ‘yes.’
Dutch, a thirty-year-old woman that had a shock of red hair and a body to die for, looked at me with exasperation. “I swear, you tell them a time, and they think that you owe it to them to give them whatever they want. When will men learn?”
“Don’t think they ever do, ma’am,” came Bram’s amused reply.
I looked up to find him standing in the waiting room with the glass wall separating our offices, looking from me to Dutch to Marsha and back again.
“And you are?” Dutch asked, crossing her arms defensively over her chest.
“Bram Crow, Dory’s husband,” he answered smoothly. “You’re Dr. Panchek?”
“Yes,” she answered. “And it’s nice to meet you. Dory’s spent the entire time singing your praises between patients.”
I felt myself blush as Bram’s eyes came to me.
I gestured for him to come into my office, then stood up.
He dropped the food onto my desk, then put both fisted hands on top of it and leaned into me.
I drew in a breath before closing the distance and pressing my lips to his waiting ones.
“How are you?” he asked when I pulled back.
His bottom lip was still shiny with my kiss. Cherry lip gloss.
“I’m okay,” I admitted. “Various bouts of nausea, but nothing I can’t handle with the medication. What did you bring?”
He pulled out a McRib from McDonald’s.
“It’s sweet,” he said. “And then I got you a milkshake, a cookie, and an extra set of fries if you think you can hack it. Though I left those outside in case the smell got to you.”
Warmth spread in my middle. “I don’t know. But how about we eat this out there? That way you can eat with me, too.”
Because my guess was he’d gotten himself a burger and fries, and we’d already learned the lesson there—don’t bring the smell to where it will stay for hours.
I gathered my haul up and gestured toward the door. “Let’s go eat outside. I think I saw a nice little bench beside the walkway earlier.”
The office that Dutch owned was on a water channel that wound around the office park that we were in. The walkway wound around the offices, and every so often, there was a bench you could sit and sightsee on for a while.
He held out his hand for me, and I didn’t stop myself from sliding my hand into his.