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“More,” he said.
She laughed.
“I love that sound,” he said.
What sound?”
“I love when you laugh.I always have.It’s not fake.You don’t force it.It’s always natural.It’s what I love.”
“There’s no point in laughing if you don’t mean it,” she said.
“I know a lot of people who would laugh because they’ve got no other choice.You’re real, Abi.I love that.”
Chapter Seven
Abigail didn’t needto call any of the doctors.There was no reason to.Roman’s fever broke, and he kept down all the fluids she had given to him.She had panicked for a while, but she remembered her father never just randomly called a doctor.That might have been because calling the doctor was always expensive and a last resort.
She made her father’s famous cure-all chicken soup.It took a few hours to make, but was filled with veggies.However, all the nutrients were extracted from the vegetables until they were nothing more than a bunch of sloppy mess that looked so unappealing, but it always worked.
The chicken was the same, but the broth was always clear—no lumps.Her father always puréed the vegetables and ate them with biscuits, gravy, and chicken.It was strange to her, to have her meal like this, but it did remind her of her father.He would have liked Roman, even though he was wealthy and demanded her time.
Abigail couldn’t help but think of the conversations she had with Roman.She had a feeling he wasn’t having that conversation with her, although he clearly wanted to.
Roman wanted her to break her rules.It was strange, because there had been so many times she sat at her desk and looked at Roman, wondering what he would do if she did walk into the office and break that wall between professional and personal.She wanted to do it, but she was also afraid to do it.What if it ruined their working relationship?The sex outside of work hadn’t changed anything.She didn’t feel any differently about him.He was her boss.
Actually, that was a damn lie, and she knew it.She felt completely different about him.For one, she couldn’t get him out of her mind.Sure, even before they were having sex, she would think about him.This was different, though.This was real, not fantasy.She didn’t want to ruin what they had with each other.
It didn’t stop her from yearning.
Roman was not how she imagined he would be.She’d seen him in relationships before.He was cold, clinical.When it was over, a trinket was bought, and that was it, done and finished.She didn’t imagine that the man who sent trinkets when he was done with women could be the same man, who would allow her to curl up against him, eat ice cream, and watch a rom-com.
It did not seem accurate in her mind.None of it made any sense to her.Yet, that was exactly what happened.
She ran fingers through her hair, then got to her feet to go and check on her patient.Much to her surprise, he was sitting up in bed.
“Hey,” she said.
