Page 86 of Doctor's Bossy Match
Before I can answer, his pager goes off.
We both groan.
“Emergency?”I ask.
“No, but I still want to get changed,” he mutters, quickly leaving to clean himself up.
I straighten, slipping my thong and pants back on.
“Oh, by the way,” I say, as casually as I can.“I didn’t get a chance to yell at you earlier because my dad was around, but… what the hell is with the car?”
He glances at me with what looks like defensiveness.
“I’m going to have to tell my dad I’m leasing it or something.You bought me a car?I thought you were going to recommend a few good local mechanics.This is incredibly generous and thoughtful, but it's too much.”This isn’t just about the car.It’s about what it means.What he expects.Whether there are strings attached that I didn’t see coming.
He shrugs.“That thing was ancient and falling apart.Honestly, it was cheaper to buy you a new one.”
“A brand-new Mercedes is not what I’d call ‘cheap.’”I shoot him a look.“But… thank you.”
“No problem.It means you can drive to my place tomorrow.”
“During the day?”My pulse jumps because going to his place feels more real.Something that isn’t just a fling.
His eyes shift away, then back to me.“Would you?Come to mine?”
The way he asks is so sweet.Like a kid asking for a treat.And damn it, my heart actually melts a little.
“Sure,” I say.“Let’s swap numbers so I can get your address.”
We exchange contacts, and then he kisses me again, but this time slowly, like a promise.
And I walk out knowing tomorrow I get to see him again.
“And this time… we’re going to need a few hours.”
“Oh, definitely,” he says.“You’re getting punished for making a mess two days in a row.”
“Hey, that’s not my fault.”I grin.
He shakes his head slowly, but there’s a dangerous glint in his eyes now.“Oh, it’s your fault.But I’m sure you can say sorry.”
“I look forward to watching you try.”
He huffs out a breath that might be a laugh, dragging a hand through his hair.“Such a brat.”
Chapter 27
Regan
Me:What’s your address?
Me:What time should I come over?
Brant:Whenever you’re ready.My address is…
Mythumbhoversovermy phone for a second longer than necessary.I lock the screen and let out a breath.There’s a flutter of anticipation in my chest; nerves mixed with something warm.It suddenly feels like a lot, like this isn’t just a casual drop-in.This is crossing into his personal space, seeing where he lives, learning more about him than I probably should if we’re trying to keep this casual.But I want to know.I want to see his house, his life, the pieces of him he doesn’t show in the hospital.
Once I’m happy with my outfit—a nice pair of jeans that hug just right, a tank layered with a cozy sweater.
