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Authors: Kelli Jean
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these guys I was his.
If I don’t watch out, he’s going to start peeing on me to mark his territory.
“Hi, Kenna! Hi, Lucy!” Gavin called as he got out of the car.
Frank grinned and waved at us.
Phil relaxed as the two short, squat bald brothers walked up to us. I guessed he felt much less threatened by their male presence now that he had seen them.
“Hi,” said Gavin to Phil, holding out his hand for a shake. “I’m Gavin, and this is my brother, Frank.”
Phil grasped his hand, and I noticed they were both trying to find out who could crush whose hand first.
“Phil. I’m Kenna’s man.”
Gavin’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh. Nice to meet you.”
Neither Gavin nor Frank listened to heavy metal, so they had no clue that they were shaking hands with one of metal’s most beloved front men. Phil realized this and relaxed even more.
“Let’s get started, shall we?” I asked, shrugging Phil off to go unlock the clinic.
We headed inside.
The first thing I noticed was the toxic smell of cleaning detergents, and I ordered everyone to open all the windows to air the place out. It smelled antiseptic and harsh.
Rita had had all the furniture returned to the designated rooms, but we needed to get everything back into place and the computer up and running, which was why Frank was here. He was a wizard with computers.
Professional packers had come in and boxed up all my books and knickknacks. I found the boxes waiting for me in front of the massive bookshelf. It was more for show, so I didn’t care what order the books went in or where the other items got placed. I just ripped open the boxes and started shoving them onto the shelves, spine facing out.
Phil zeroed in on my bubble-wrapped framed certifications and diplomas. His large hands delicately plucked off the plastic, and he read every one of them before hanging them up on a nail in the wall behind my desk.
“Wow,” he breathed as he read my doctorate. “You really are a doctor.”
Laughing, I said, “Yeah, I think I’ve mentioned that.”
“You’re fuckin’ amazin’, you know that?”
Shrugging, I continued stacking my books.
“You are, ” he insisted.
I looked up to see his eyes blazing with pride.
“Not really,” I stated, not wanting him to think I was any different from anyone else who had gone through what I had.
“Why do you do that?” he asked softly. “Why do you downplay yourself like that? Don’t you realize just how special you are?”
“I’m not downplaying anything, Phil. Many people are doctors and have busted their asses to be one. I’m not anything special.”
“Yes, you are!”
“You’re only saying that because you’re biased, babe. I’ve worked hard for what I have.”
He hung up the doctorate and stalked his way over to me, crouching down so that we were eye-level.
“You’re a fuckin’ genius. You’re the most brilliant person I’ve ever known. You’re so smart that I can’t help but wonder why you’re even attracted to my dumb ass.”
Blushing furiously from his compliments, I replied hotly, “I’m not a genius —”
“You are,” he whispered before taking my face in his hands and kissing me. “You’re fuckin’ incredible.”
Why it bothered me to hear him say these things, I couldn’t guess. To me, he was the genius—mad, sure, but genius all the same. What he did captured my heart and mind and inspired me to want to do great things with my life. Like my brother, Phil’s ability to just pull the language of the soul straight out of his head was what I always wished I could do. I adored Phil for it. I worshiped him on a level that very few could possibly understand. Besides being physically perfect in my opinion, his voice and the way he used his brain were beyond sexy.
“Well, I’m glad that you think so,” I told him with a smile. “It’s how I feel about you.”
“You think I’m a genius?”
“Of course I do. You have the power to make my soul sing.”
He
If I don’t watch out, he’s going to start peeing on me to mark his territory.
“Hi, Kenna! Hi, Lucy!” Gavin called as he got out of the car.
Frank grinned and waved at us.
Phil relaxed as the two short, squat bald brothers walked up to us. I guessed he felt much less threatened by their male presence now that he had seen them.
“Hi,” said Gavin to Phil, holding out his hand for a shake. “I’m Gavin, and this is my brother, Frank.”
Phil grasped his hand, and I noticed they were both trying to find out who could crush whose hand first.
“Phil. I’m Kenna’s man.”
Gavin’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh. Nice to meet you.”
Neither Gavin nor Frank listened to heavy metal, so they had no clue that they were shaking hands with one of metal’s most beloved front men. Phil realized this and relaxed even more.
“Let’s get started, shall we?” I asked, shrugging Phil off to go unlock the clinic.
We headed inside.
The first thing I noticed was the toxic smell of cleaning detergents, and I ordered everyone to open all the windows to air the place out. It smelled antiseptic and harsh.
Rita had had all the furniture returned to the designated rooms, but we needed to get everything back into place and the computer up and running, which was why Frank was here. He was a wizard with computers.
Professional packers had come in and boxed up all my books and knickknacks. I found the boxes waiting for me in front of the massive bookshelf. It was more for show, so I didn’t care what order the books went in or where the other items got placed. I just ripped open the boxes and started shoving them onto the shelves, spine facing out.
Phil zeroed in on my bubble-wrapped framed certifications and diplomas. His large hands delicately plucked off the plastic, and he read every one of them before hanging them up on a nail in the wall behind my desk.
“Wow,” he breathed as he read my doctorate. “You really are a doctor.”
Laughing, I said, “Yeah, I think I’ve mentioned that.”
“You’re fuckin’ amazin’, you know that?”
Shrugging, I continued stacking my books.
“You are, ” he insisted.
I looked up to see his eyes blazing with pride.
“Not really,” I stated, not wanting him to think I was any different from anyone else who had gone through what I had.
“Why do you do that?” he asked softly. “Why do you downplay yourself like that? Don’t you realize just how special you are?”
“I’m not downplaying anything, Phil. Many people are doctors and have busted their asses to be one. I’m not anything special.”
“Yes, you are!”
“You’re only saying that because you’re biased, babe. I’ve worked hard for what I have.”
He hung up the doctorate and stalked his way over to me, crouching down so that we were eye-level.
“You’re a fuckin’ genius. You’re the most brilliant person I’ve ever known. You’re so smart that I can’t help but wonder why you’re even attracted to my dumb ass.”
Blushing furiously from his compliments, I replied hotly, “I’m not a genius —”
“You are,” he whispered before taking my face in his hands and kissing me. “You’re fuckin’ incredible.”
Why it bothered me to hear him say these things, I couldn’t guess. To me, he was the genius—mad, sure, but genius all the same. What he did captured my heart and mind and inspired me to want to do great things with my life. Like my brother, Phil’s ability to just pull the language of the soul straight out of his head was what I always wished I could do. I adored Phil for it. I worshiped him on a level that very few could possibly understand. Besides being physically perfect in my opinion, his voice and the way he used his brain were beyond sexy.
“Well, I’m glad that you think so,” I told him with a smile. “It’s how I feel about you.”
“You think I’m a genius?”
“Of course I do. You have the power to make my soul sing.”
He
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