Page 145 of Tempting Miles
I know Miles means well. But between the hormones and my already frayed nerves, irritation spikes in a flash.
“Can you please try keeping your opinions to yourself for one second?” My voice cracks despite my efforts. “I didn’t block him because I didn’t think he’d have the balls to contact me again. But evidently, I was wrong.”
“Shit.” His expression softens. “I’m sorry, sugar. I just hate that he still thinks he has the right to contact you.”
I rub at my forehead tiredly.
“I know.” I exhale slowly. “But if I’m being honest, I want to hear what he has to say.”
I see the exact moment Miles’s jaw tenses. But to his credit, he doesn’t argue.
“If I ask him to meet at the club, would you come with me?”
His answer is immediate. “You can bet your sweet ass I’ll be right next to you the entire time.”
I burst out laughing.
“Really, Penélope?” He presses a hand against his chest. “You can laugh all you want, but I have zero shame admitting I plan to stand there reminding that asshole who you belong with.”
“That’s hot, baby,” I murmur. “Make sure to remind me when we’re home alone.”
I blow him a kiss, and he catches it midair, pressing it to his lips with a grin.
“I’ll text him after the appointment.”
Miles nods tightly and releases a slow breath.
After parking, we walk hand in hand into the clinic. My palms are sweaty enough that I try to pull away, but Miles only tightens his grip.
“We’re both hot, sweaty messes,” he says as he kisses my knuckles one by one. “But we’re in this together.”
“Ms. Levine,” a nurse calls shortly after we check in.
“Can he come in with me?” I ask as I walk toward her.
The nurse glances toward Miles, then lowers her voice. “The redheaded one?”
I nod.
“I’ll make sure to come get him once you’re done with your urine sample.”
I wave at Miles over his shoulder.
He winks back, rubbing his palms nervously against his jean-clad thighs.
After doing my business in a cup, the nurse leads me into a cold, dim exam room.
But knowing Miles is about to walk through that door makes it feel a whole lot less intimidating.
Right on cue, the door opens. Miles sticks his head inside first before stepping into the exam room.
He flashes me a reassuring smile, presses a kiss to my lips, then takes a seat in a chair in the corner.
“Penny, it’s so good to see you,” Dr. Moran says warmly as she walks in.
“Hi, Dr. Moran,” I reply, swinging my feet lightly from my seat on the exam table.
“I see we have a visitor today,” the doctor says with a smile as she looks toward Miles.
