Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
It hurt to see her fucking handwriting.
It was more than obvious to anyone who ever saw us together, heard about us together, that we still had feelings for each other.
Growling under my breath, I got into my truck and made my around to the doctor’s parking lot, trying super fucking hard not to think about what Krisney had written, or how she fucking smelled, or the way she parted her goddamn hair now.
Nope. I thought about what I was going to do when I got home—drink some beer.
I thought about what I was going to eat—cold pizza.
I even contemplated going to help Travis out once I was done here—which didn’t last long because I decided I was still angry with him for telling me I was a douche bag for taking a job when I knew he needed help.
What the fuck ever.
That man had men working for him now. It wasn’t my fault that he had more work than people to do it.
By the time I’d pulled into the hospital, I’d effectively thought about nothing important.
I walked inside, straight up to the office that I’d be working in, and didn’t stop until I was in what they called my new office but was more like a fucking filing room with overflow filing cabinets.
The cabinets were empty, but they still were taking up the majority of the room.
There was a small desk in the corner of the room that followed the wall in an L shape.
There was a tiny postage stamp-sized window with bars on it and a paper shredder.
That was it.
Not a single thing else to make this room look anything like anything other than what it was – a medical records room.
Grimacing, I set my lunch down on the corner of the desk, shucked my leather jacket, and walked back out to the back area where the other doctor and nurses were gathered around an open box of donuts.
“Ladies,” I murmured, sidling up to the edge of the desk and peering into the box. “Can I have one?”
I’d, of course, eaten breakfast.
I’d eaten a breakfast taco with sausage, egg, and cheese that my mother had made in bulk and stuffed into my freezer. But one couldn’t resist donuts. It just wasn’t done.
“Oh!” The nurse closest smiled and swept her hand over the box like she was doing a magic trick. “Help yourself. We have plenty.”
Dr. Torres grunted. “Yes, please eat all my donuts.”
I grinned at Dr. Torres.
I liked him.
I’d met him before, but with me being in and out of the city for ten years with the Army, and then the Reserves, I hadn’t had time to establish any relationships in the medical community around town.
I’d met him the last time I’d been in town outside of a Waffle House. We’d helped assist a pregnant woman who went into labor while eating her breakfast, and we’d hit it off afterward.
He’d been in the Army around the time that I had, but hadn’t gone into the Reserves like me, but had chosen to open his own practice.
He’d said during that time that if I ever moved home and needed a job, to call him.
I’d done so when I’d gotten home, and it just so happened that he had an opening. Which worked out fucking perfectly for me.
“What’s on the agenda today?” I asked.
Dr. Torres grimaced. “About that.”
My brows rose, but before Dr. Torres could expound on his cryptic statement, another answered my question.
“Do you mind taking Dr. Kemp’s patients today?” the nurse that ran the office asked.
I believe her name was Pearl or Opal, but I couldn’t quite remember. It’d been an old-fashioned name for a young girl, though. I did remember that.
“Sure,” I agreed. “I’d love to.”
And really, I would.
Because I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Hadn’t stopped thinking about her in five freakin’ months.
Every waking and sleeping moment was dedicated to her. Her pussy. The way she tasted. The way she smelled. How she felt in my hands. On my hands.
And I’d never admit it, but I licked my fingers clean the moment I got to my office after leaving her there, standing with my come dripping out of her.
I wasn’t proud of myself.
I’d been stupid, careless and forward.
Never, never, should I have done that at work. Not only because of the moral code, as well as rules of conduct, but because now I couldn’t stop fucking thinking about her.
Yet when it came to Krisney, my control was shot.
When we’d both gone to Germany, neither one of us realized that the other would be there.
We’d done everything we could to avoid each other once we did know the other was there, yet we saw each other everywhere.
Then, after everything that had happened with us that day in the exam room, she’d left without another word.
Germany and the Reserves altogether.
She’d been in the reserves like me and had only been there for a temporary assignment, but I’d thought she’d stay longer.