yeah,” I say slightly flustered, feeling a little drunk with lust.
“Where ’s your friend?” he asks, looking out for Caleb.
“He had to leave earlier on.” My hormones must be in their element when I take a glance down at his chest and my mouth almost waters at how incredibly toned he looks.
“I’m actually just heading out myself, can I give you a ride?”
My head shoots up in alarm . Did he just say what I think he said? “Excuse me?”
“I asked if you wanted a ride home?” he says through a chuckle, causing the heat against my cheeks to quadruple.
Jesus, what the hell is wrong with me? I clear my throat before I answer. “No, that’s okay, thank you, I was just going to call for a cab. Plus you’ve probably been working for like, fifteen hours straight, no doubt you just want to crash.” I make the attempt to move past him, but he stops me in my tracks by placing a hand gently against my right arm. I pretend his touch doesn’t affect me, but as the tingles shoot up my arm, it’s hard to ignore.
“Make that twenty-one hours but my diet pretty much consists of nothing but caffeine, so I’m pretty wired. Plus it’s late, you shouldn’t be walking the streets or catching cabs on your own at this time of night. Come on I’ll give you a ride.” I know I shouldn’t accept a ride from him, but he’s right, it is late, and I am exhausted. I ignore my gut feeling and I follow him out of the sliding doors and out of the hospital.
“So, have you thought of any names yet?” he asks as we walk at the same pace through the courtyard.
“No. It’s hard. I don’t like any. They all suck.”
He laughs at this comment. “So Stir Mix-A-Lot is still a contender then? I hear it’s a really popular name.” I smirk at his response but don’t say anything further.
“Your boyfriend, has he thought of any names?” The thought of Sebastian makes me feel a little guilty for having a conversation with Doctor Bailey, let alone having him drive me home, and this makes me feel a little defensive. “Fiancé, actually,” I say a little sharply before continuing. He blinks at the sharpness of my tone but he doesn’t say anything. If anything he looks almost amused. “And no, it’s hard to make decisions without him being here,” I add more softly.
“He’s in Afghanistan, right?”
“Yeah, he is,” I say on a smile.
“My brother was in Afghanistan, he was a surgeon, doctors kind of run in the family.” He smiles pointing to himself. I’m i ntrigued when he says the word ‘was’ as if he is talking in the past tense.
“Was?” I push, curiosity getting the best of me. He gulps heavily, taking a brief glance past me before returning his eyes back to mine.
“He died on duty.”
My heart plummets down to my feet at his words. “I’m so sorry,” I say feeling like the world’s biggest jerk for bringing up something no doubt painful to him. I can understand that pain; it is actually my worst nightmare.
He smiles at me, a genuine sweet smile. “Thanks, he was an amazing brother.” He doesn’t elaborate any further, and I don ’t push. We arrive at the parking lot and finally we come to a stop. I glance at the parked car and notice a red mean looking Chevy.
“Nice car,” I compliment, lingering my fingers on the red shiny exterior.
“Thanks. She’s my baby.”
I smile softly as I walk over to the passenger side of his car. Honestly, boys and their toys. “Not to bruise your ego or anything but isn’t it a bit predictable, a typical guy ’s car?”
His eyes suddenly light up with excitement. “Predictable yes, typical no. It’s a top of the range 2012 Camaro Z1, with a 6.2L supercharged V8 engine, six speed manual transmission, alloy wheels, keyless entry.” He comes over to my side and opens the passenger door without his key fob. “See?” He gives me a quirky smirk.
“Impressive,” I mock, through a chuckle. I climb in and sink into the leather interior as he
“Where ’s your friend?” he asks, looking out for Caleb.
“He had to leave earlier on.” My hormones must be in their element when I take a glance down at his chest and my mouth almost waters at how incredibly toned he looks.
“I’m actually just heading out myself, can I give you a ride?”
My head shoots up in alarm . Did he just say what I think he said? “Excuse me?”
“I asked if you wanted a ride home?” he says through a chuckle, causing the heat against my cheeks to quadruple.
Jesus, what the hell is wrong with me? I clear my throat before I answer. “No, that’s okay, thank you, I was just going to call for a cab. Plus you’ve probably been working for like, fifteen hours straight, no doubt you just want to crash.” I make the attempt to move past him, but he stops me in my tracks by placing a hand gently against my right arm. I pretend his touch doesn’t affect me, but as the tingles shoot up my arm, it’s hard to ignore.
“Make that twenty-one hours but my diet pretty much consists of nothing but caffeine, so I’m pretty wired. Plus it’s late, you shouldn’t be walking the streets or catching cabs on your own at this time of night. Come on I’ll give you a ride.” I know I shouldn’t accept a ride from him, but he’s right, it is late, and I am exhausted. I ignore my gut feeling and I follow him out of the sliding doors and out of the hospital.
“So, have you thought of any names yet?” he asks as we walk at the same pace through the courtyard.
“No. It’s hard. I don’t like any. They all suck.”
He laughs at this comment. “So Stir Mix-A-Lot is still a contender then? I hear it’s a really popular name.” I smirk at his response but don’t say anything further.
“Your boyfriend, has he thought of any names?” The thought of Sebastian makes me feel a little guilty for having a conversation with Doctor Bailey, let alone having him drive me home, and this makes me feel a little defensive. “Fiancé, actually,” I say a little sharply before continuing. He blinks at the sharpness of my tone but he doesn’t say anything. If anything he looks almost amused. “And no, it’s hard to make decisions without him being here,” I add more softly.
“He’s in Afghanistan, right?”
“Yeah, he is,” I say on a smile.
“My brother was in Afghanistan, he was a surgeon, doctors kind of run in the family.” He smiles pointing to himself. I’m i ntrigued when he says the word ‘was’ as if he is talking in the past tense.
“Was?” I push, curiosity getting the best of me. He gulps heavily, taking a brief glance past me before returning his eyes back to mine.
“He died on duty.”
My heart plummets down to my feet at his words. “I’m so sorry,” I say feeling like the world’s biggest jerk for bringing up something no doubt painful to him. I can understand that pain; it is actually my worst nightmare.
He smiles at me, a genuine sweet smile. “Thanks, he was an amazing brother.” He doesn’t elaborate any further, and I don ’t push. We arrive at the parking lot and finally we come to a stop. I glance at the parked car and notice a red mean looking Chevy.
“Nice car,” I compliment, lingering my fingers on the red shiny exterior.
“Thanks. She’s my baby.”
I smile softly as I walk over to the passenger side of his car. Honestly, boys and their toys. “Not to bruise your ego or anything but isn’t it a bit predictable, a typical guy ’s car?”
His eyes suddenly light up with excitement. “Predictable yes, typical no. It’s a top of the range 2012 Camaro Z1, with a 6.2L supercharged V8 engine, six speed manual transmission, alloy wheels, keyless entry.” He comes over to my side and opens the passenger door without his key fob. “See?” He gives me a quirky smirk.
“Impressive,” I mock, through a chuckle. I climb in and sink into the leather interior as he
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