Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
“You’re starting to be really annoying,” she says, rolling her eyes. And we walk out of the house, and I lead her to the car. “You won’t have your parking when you get back,” she tells me when I unlock the door, and she opens the passenger door.
“Don’t give a shit. I’ll find parking,” I tell her, getting in and starting the car. I pull out, driving her to her house.
“Are we going to discuss this?” She turns in the seat, looking at me.
I look over at her. “You want to discuss this?” I ask her, and she nods her head. “Okay, let’s discuss.”
“Perfect,” she says.
“I like you,” I start.
“I like you too,” she says softly.
“A lot,” I add, looking at her and then looking forward again. “So we can agree we like each other.”
“Yes,” she says softly as I pull into her parking lot next to her loft. I park in an empty parking space and put the truck in park. I turn to her.
“I know that we met under different circumstances,” I say. She starts to say something, but I put my hand up to stop her. “I know that you must feel guilty doing this with a man who is married and with a child.”
“I’m also your child’s doctor,” she reminds me, “but yes, I feel some guilt.”
“What if you had met me, and it was just regular old me?” I ask her. “What if we had met, and my son wasn’t sick with cancer, and you weren’t his doctor?”
“But it’s not like that,” she says.
“But what if it was?” I ask her again. “Would you give me a chance? Would you give us a chance?”
She looks down at her fingers as she twirls her thumb. “There is so much more to me that you don’t know. I spent my adult life working and becoming successful all the while trying to run from my past.”
“We all have pasts,” I tell her. “Some are more than others.”
“You have no idea,” she tells me.
“Then give me that chance,” I tell her. “Give us that chance.”
“I don’t want Jack to get the wrong idea,” she says. “Can we do this and proceed cautiously?”
“How cautiously?” I ask her, not sure I’m ready for what she has to say.
“Like just the two of us till we see if this is actually something and not just our hormones?”
I throw my head back and laugh. “Oh, there are lots of hormones when you’re in the room,” I tell her, and she smiles at me, “but I think it’s more.”
“So do we have a deal?” she asks me.
“That we keep this quiet for now, yes,” I agree, “but the minute you feel comfortable enough, I want everyone to know.” I close my eyes when I say the next part. “Even your brother.”
She now tips her head back, laughing. “That is going to be fun.”
“I can take Max, and I think I will have Matthew in my corner when the time comes,” I tell her, “because I know it will. But I will respect your wishes until then. You and me getting to know each other.” She bites her lip and nods her head. “Now come here and kiss me,” I tell her. She leans forward, and I reach out, taking her face in my hand.
My lips crash on hers with a kiss hungrier than before. She moans into my mouth, and her hands go to my chest as my heart beats hard.
As our tongues dance together, I tilt my head to the side, deepening the kiss and taking more from her. Her hands move from my chest to my neck and then to my face. We kiss until we are breathless, pulling away to give us a chance to catch our breath, and then we dive at each other again.
I kiss her softly. “Now that is us making out,” I tell her, kissing her lips once, twice, three times.
“Good to know the difference,” she tells me. “Now I think I’m going to go so your mother doesn’t think I brought you home and took you to bed.”
“Trust me, when I finally get you in bed, it’s going to be more than twenty minutes.” I wink at her as she reaches for the handle.
“So no minuteman?” she jokes.
“Night,” I tell her, watching her climb out of the truck. She walks around the truck to my window and knocks. I laugh as I roll down the window. “Yes?”
“Does this mean we are boyfriend and girlfriend?”
“Yeah, baby,” I say, leaning out a bit, and she meets me halfway and kisses me.
“Okay,” she says. “Just wanted to check.”
“Call you later,” I tell her, and she turns and walks through the door.
“Girlfriend,” I say to myself, laughing. If only she knew how much more she is to me.
Chapter Nineteen
Denise
I still feel my lips tingle when I wake up the next day. I get out of bed, walking to the coffeemaker. I take out my phone to text Steve.