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)
We need to talk. Let me know when you get in.
I press send while I prepare to put my coffee in the thermos. Walking to the closet, I dress in gray slacks and a pink silk top. I tie up my hair in a messy bun. Tucking the front of the blouse inside my slacks, I grab a black jacket and my black Michael Kors flats.
Walking out, I lock the door and find Zack standing in front of his truck. “What?” I whisper to myself.
“Hey,” he says, raising his hand, and I take him in. He’s wearing blue jeans that fit him perfectly, a thin light blue turtleneck sweater that makes his blue eyes shine more, and a beanie on his head. He pushes himself off the truck and walks over to me. Smiling when he gets close to me, he bends to kiss me. “Morning.”
“What are you doing here?” I ask him, wiping the lip gloss off his lips.
“I dropped Mom off at the airport early and figured I could swing by, get a kiss, and take you to work,” he says. We walk back to the truck hand in hand.
“Did she get off okay?” I ask him, thinking about how she caught us kissing.
“She did,” he says, opening the truck door for me. “She wants to come back in two weeks.”
“Oh, that will be fun,” I tell him, getting in the truck, and he stands there.
“I love my mom, but I’m trying to date this hot chick, and we are keeping it a secret, so the only times I can make out with her are at night when Jack goes to bed.”
“Oh, you silly man,” I say, putting my hand on his face. “We could also make out during the day.” He shakes his head, laughing, and leans in to kiss me. I see his eyes change color just a touch, and I know this kiss isn’t going to be soft. It’s going to be hungry, and I’m not wrong; he takes the kiss. I don’t have a choice, but I want it too. My hand moves up to his beanie, and I rip it off his head so I can feel his hair even though it’s short.
“If we don’t stop, we are both going to be late,” he says, stepping out of the truck and slamming the door.
“You’re really good at that kissing thing,” I tell him, and he laughs. “I might go on that site and rate you.” He looks at me with a smirk. “I mean, later.”
“Tag me in it.” He laughs and grabs my hand while we drive to the hospital. “What time do you get off?” he asks me.
“About three,” I say, but it all depends.
“Okay, call me when you’re done, and I’ll see where I am.” I lean over, and he kisses me softly. “Go be a superhero,” he tells me, and I smile at him.
“I’ll try.” I get out of the truck and walk into the hospital with literally a bounce in my step. I have a boyfriend. I don’t think I’ve ever had a boyfriend before.
I get off the elevator and see Steve at the nurses’ station. “And there she is, the woman of the hour.” He looks over and then turns around, whipping his head back at me. “You look ...”
“Not here.” I shake my head; he is the closest thing to a best friend that I have, so it’s really no surprise that he sees it all over my face.
“I need to speak with you,” I tell him. “Can we go into your office?”
“Sure thing,” he says and leads the way to his office, opening the door and walking in. It’s the size of a broom closet. I gave up my office to the nurses. “Sit down,” he says, and I sit in the only chair in the room, throwing my purse down next to the chair.
“So,” he says, leaning against his desk.
“I have to hand Jack’s file over to you,” I tell him, and he doesn’t say anything. “I crossed the line, and before it gets to be more, I can’t have this taint anything. I won’t do that to the hospital.”
“Why him?” he asks me a two-word sentence.
“I have no idea,” I answer honestly. “I can’t put my finger on it. It was...”
“It knocked your world off its axis,” he tells me.
“It did.” I’m not going to lie to him. “He kissed me last night.”
“And you let him?” he asks with a sly smile as I glare at him. “You’ve had fathers hit on you before.”
“I have,” I say, crossing my hands in my lap. “Remember when you met Olivier, and you came in everyday looking like the cat that just swallowed a canary?”
“Olivier and I are just friends,” he tells me, and I laugh at him.