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practically porn!”
I can’t help the belly-roaring laugh that escapes from me. “It isn’t porn,” I say through my laughter.
“Hey, a friend of mine let me borrow that book, you know the one they’re doing a film about? And I can tell you now, that was straight cut porn.”
I roll my eyes at the typical guy response to adult themed books. “Well that’s because it’s classed as Erotica. What I edit isn’t, it’s not…you know…well you know...” I find it practically impossible to say the word ‘hardcore’ or anything else that is remotely sexual because if I did my mind would go to that perverted place in my brain, especially when he turns and looks at me, a glimmer of a heated gaze.
He clears his throat. “I’m sorry that was really inappropriate,” he says with regret.
I pivot my body into his direction. “No, don’t apologize, you actually made me laugh. I haven’t been a barrel of laughs lately, so thank you.”
He turns and gives me a brief heart-stopping smile. “Well in that case, you’re welcome, again.”
“Anyway, you’re a doctor, aren’t you supposed to read stuff that is more sophisticated?”
He raises his eyebrow as he takes a left turn. “What, like The New York Observer? That kind of shit?” He shakes his head. “No thanks, I would rather stick pins in my eyes. I’m a guys guy, you know football, beer.”
“Cars,” I add teasingly, which is responded to with a laugh. “Ok ay, my turn. What made you choose to work in neonatology?” I ask with the purpose of changing the subject, and to stop the crazy thoughts trailing through my mind. Plus, I am intrigued.
“ I always wanted to work with children. I felt more passionate about helping sick children and babies, than I did about helping sick adults, so after Med school I did my pediatric residency at Seattle Children’s Hospital where I worked closely with the NICU and immediately I fell in love with it. After my residency, I went on to do my neonatology fellowship and well here I am, my first year of being a fully fledged neonatologist.” He smiles as he continues to face forward, concentrating on the road. I didn’t think it was even possible for him to get any sexier but talking like that, about working with sick children, it makes my heart flutter.
“That’s a good answer, I’m glad they don’t just have anybody looking after my baby.” I smirk half mockingly at him.
He quickly glances at me, giving me a brief smile before looking at me seriously, a look full of emotion. “Yeah, not to blow my own trumpet or anything but she’s in the most capable hands. I promise. ” His words leave me speechless. I barely know this guy from Adam but the look of honesty that he has in his eyes, a pure heart-wrenching look of trust has me believing every word. And I do, I believe him with every ounce of my heart.
Eventually we come to a stop, and when I look out of the window I realize we are parked directly outside of my apartment complex. He turns to look at me, his smile never escaping from his lips. “Here you go, home sweet home.”
“Thanks, it was really sweet of you to drive me home,” I say honestly, another piece of my heart being taken away, but this time it’s by the guy staring contently in my direction.
“It was my pleasure.”
The way he says the word ‘pleasure’ has a shiver trembling down the center of my spine. Oh God, his accent. “Where are you from? Just you don’t sound like you’re from round here,” I ask as I unclip my seatbelt.
“I’m from Dallas, Texas.” That explains that incredible twang he has to his accent.
“And you moved to Washington? The state that always rains?” I ask in surprise. Although I can’t really talk, I moved from sunny Florida to Seattle, but it wasn’t the weather I wanted to escape from. I actually miss the Miami sunshine.
“What can I say, I like rain.”
“That’s crap, nobody likes rain.”
“You ’re right, the rain sucks but
I can’t help the belly-roaring laugh that escapes from me. “It isn’t porn,” I say through my laughter.
“Hey, a friend of mine let me borrow that book, you know the one they’re doing a film about? And I can tell you now, that was straight cut porn.”
I roll my eyes at the typical guy response to adult themed books. “Well that’s because it’s classed as Erotica. What I edit isn’t, it’s not…you know…well you know...” I find it practically impossible to say the word ‘hardcore’ or anything else that is remotely sexual because if I did my mind would go to that perverted place in my brain, especially when he turns and looks at me, a glimmer of a heated gaze.
He clears his throat. “I’m sorry that was really inappropriate,” he says with regret.
I pivot my body into his direction. “No, don’t apologize, you actually made me laugh. I haven’t been a barrel of laughs lately, so thank you.”
He turns and gives me a brief heart-stopping smile. “Well in that case, you’re welcome, again.”
“Anyway, you’re a doctor, aren’t you supposed to read stuff that is more sophisticated?”
He raises his eyebrow as he takes a left turn. “What, like The New York Observer? That kind of shit?” He shakes his head. “No thanks, I would rather stick pins in my eyes. I’m a guys guy, you know football, beer.”
“Cars,” I add teasingly, which is responded to with a laugh. “Ok ay, my turn. What made you choose to work in neonatology?” I ask with the purpose of changing the subject, and to stop the crazy thoughts trailing through my mind. Plus, I am intrigued.
“ I always wanted to work with children. I felt more passionate about helping sick children and babies, than I did about helping sick adults, so after Med school I did my pediatric residency at Seattle Children’s Hospital where I worked closely with the NICU and immediately I fell in love with it. After my residency, I went on to do my neonatology fellowship and well here I am, my first year of being a fully fledged neonatologist.” He smiles as he continues to face forward, concentrating on the road. I didn’t think it was even possible for him to get any sexier but talking like that, about working with sick children, it makes my heart flutter.
“That’s a good answer, I’m glad they don’t just have anybody looking after my baby.” I smirk half mockingly at him.
He quickly glances at me, giving me a brief smile before looking at me seriously, a look full of emotion. “Yeah, not to blow my own trumpet or anything but she’s in the most capable hands. I promise. ” His words leave me speechless. I barely know this guy from Adam but the look of honesty that he has in his eyes, a pure heart-wrenching look of trust has me believing every word. And I do, I believe him with every ounce of my heart.
Eventually we come to a stop, and when I look out of the window I realize we are parked directly outside of my apartment complex. He turns to look at me, his smile never escaping from his lips. “Here you go, home sweet home.”
“Thanks, it was really sweet of you to drive me home,” I say honestly, another piece of my heart being taken away, but this time it’s by the guy staring contently in my direction.
“It was my pleasure.”
The way he says the word ‘pleasure’ has a shiver trembling down the center of my spine. Oh God, his accent. “Where are you from? Just you don’t sound like you’re from round here,” I ask as I unclip my seatbelt.
“I’m from Dallas, Texas.” That explains that incredible twang he has to his accent.
“And you moved to Washington? The state that always rains?” I ask in surprise. Although I can’t really talk, I moved from sunny Florida to Seattle, but it wasn’t the weather I wanted to escape from. I actually miss the Miami sunshine.
“What can I say, I like rain.”
“That’s crap, nobody likes rain.”
“You ’re right, the rain sucks but
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