Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“I can’t tonight,” I lie.
“Why?” he asks. “Are you planning on hanging out here all night? I happen to know that Daxton’s procedure went off without a hitch.”
That it did.
“I have other patients,” I remind him.
“All of them are stable because you, my friend, are a cardiac wizard.”
That draws a hearty laugh from me. “You’re too happy. What the fuck is going on with you?”
“I’m living the life,” he says as he tugs off the ID badge attached to his suit jacket. He places it on the top shelf of his locker. “I’m a respected vascular surgeon. I’m married to the greatest woman who ever walked this earth, and my daughter smiles at me in this way that I can’t explain, Gaines. It’s just everything.”
I’ve seen Elena’s smile. I can’t argue with him.
“What’s on your agenda for tonight?” he questions. “Tell me you’ve got a date.”
“I don’t date.” I slam my locker door shut.
He leans closer. “Tell me you’ve got a fuck lined up.”
“How is that your business?”
“You know my story.” He leans a shoulder against his now-shut locker door. “Chloe was supposed to be a one-night stand.”
I’ve heard the story countless times, so I add to it for him, “you knocked her up and for some reason, I’ll never understand, she agreed to marry you.”
“The reason is the sex is that good.”
I shake my head. “Change the subject, Evan.”
“Let’s change it to the cute brunette you were talking to in the cafeteria.” He nudges my shoulder with his pointer finger.
“What were you doing in the cafeteria?” I ask to avoid discussing Eloise.
“Same thing you were.” He sighs. “Saturday is pizza day, Morgan.”
I chuckle. “I had no clue.”
“You should try it sometime.” He glances at his watch. “You should also invite that brunette to join you. I sense there’s something between you two.”
I know he won’t drop it so I send him in a direction that will kill this conversation now. “Her cousin married mine a few months ago. That’s all we share.”
“Gotcha.” He nods. “Since you’re leaving me to fend for myself tonight, I’m going home to eat the salad Chloe left in the fridge for me.”
“Your heart thanks you.”
“Your dick would thank me if you followed my advice and went out to have some fun.”
“Don’t go there.” I warn with a wag of my finger.
“I’ll catch you on Monday, Dr. Morgan.” He pats my shoulder as he breezes past me. “I’d tell you to stay out of trouble until then, but we both know you will.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Gaines
Evan’s advice should have been easy to follow. I intended to stay home through the weekend as I worked out a plan on how to deal with Eloise’s awakening in the cafeteria yesterday.
I can’t ignore the fact that I believe she recognizes me as the man she met at that club; a man who roped his hand through her hair as she took me to places I’ve never been before with her talented mouth.
I’ll never forget how that felt. The pillow softness of her lips. The slide of her tongue along my dick and the sound she made when I shot my load down her throat.
I’d edged back, determined to shoot all over her face, but she’d persisted. She’s hummed in protest when I tried to slide out of her mouth.
I gave her what she wanted then, but before I could offer her the same pleasure, she ran out of there like a lightening bolt.
I’d paid extra attention to the women of Manhattan after that, half-hoping I’d find my lamb on the bustling sidewalk, or perhaps in a café since she didn’t make a repeat appearance at the club in the months following our encounter.
Noticing the curve of the hips of every brunette I passed on the sidewalk became second nature to me. If I saw one that I suspected might be the woman from the club, I’d approach in a subtle effort to look at her eyes to see if they were the unique shade of blue and gray that had bore me into me that night.
It was shortly after Berk met his wife, Astrid, that I first saw Eloise again.
She was sitting in a bar watching her cousin perform a few songs. I was on the other side of the room but I felt a pull that I still can’t explain to this day. My body knew it was my lamb before I got the confirmation when she turned to her side and I caught a glimpse of her profile. The shape of her lips, and the graceful curve of her neck made me ache inside. I stared at her, unable to move until Berk patted me on the shoulder and made his presence known.
I could tell within seconds that he knew her. He caught me staring at her and asked if I wanted to be introduced. I refused with the excuse of needing to get home,