Page 7 of Heal Me One Night

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Page 7 of Heal Me One Night

I grab my purse, lock the door, and then climb into his SUV. It’s not a luxury vehicle. It’s nice, but it’s not new and it’s not crazy expensive. It’s just a regular person’s car. “I figured you more for a devotee of German engineering... a Benz or a Beemer seemed more likely.”

“I’d tell you to bite your tongue, but you’re a self professed klutz and I have plans for your tongue later tonight.”

“Explain the car, Doc.”

He shrugs. “I spend a lot of time working on my parents’ farm. Having a stupidly expensive vehicle that I climb into when covered in cow shit is just stupid.”

“And you’re a lot of things, Doc, but you’re not stupid.”

He takes the road out of town that will lead us to Lexington. We talk about nothing, just idle bullshit that’s fun and easy and doesn’t touch on the sexual tension that is filling up the space between us. Thirty minutes. Forty-five long ass minutes later, he’s rolling up to a valet stand outside one of Lexington’s nicest and most romantic restaurants.

“Are you trying to impress me, Doc?”

“I guess that depends on whether or not it’s working.”

“Do I get to order lobster?” I ask.

“The whole fucking tank if you want it,” he says.

“Then, yeah. I’m impressed.”

FIVE

Silas

“What made you want to be a doctor?” Britt asks when we get our appetizers and start digging in.

This is an event I hate talking about, but if I want to build trust with her, it has to be done. “I’m older than you, and I’m assuming we went to separate high schools?”

“Go Hornets.” She laughs as she holds up two fingers like horns.

Sitting back in my chair, I playfully glare at her. “Mortal. Enemies. Go Cougars.”

“Well, wewould nothave dated in high school. I was a cheerleader, and couldn’t be seen with you.”

“I was a soccer player and wouldn’t want to be seen with you, so we’re even.” I give her a wink. “Either way, one summer between my junior and senior year, I was helping a neighboring farm and some of their workers cut hay. I was saving money for a truck. There was an accident. I won’t get into what happened; it was brutal. The worker didn’t make it.” I clear my throat. “After that, I wanted to make sure I would know what to do in an emergency. I didn’t want to be the person standing around, looking to someone else for help.”

Her eyes are bright, and her throat sounds tight when she speaks again. “I’m sorry you went through that, but I’m glad you’re a doctor. I’m one of those people you’ve helped.”

“We won’t get into the ethics of me being that person, and then going on a few dates with you, but I’m glad I could.”

She takes a drink of her wine before answering with a big smile. “I am, too.”

An hourlater we're rolling around on the bed, and kissing like teenagers who are trying to get it on before their parents come home. We've already had the protection conversation, and now I'm ready to get down to business.

"Are we really doing this?" She questions, her eyes bright with excitement.

"Yeah, well unless you want to stop. If you want to stop, we stop, no questions asked."

"I don't want to. I just can't believe it. At least there are no cops here." She teases. "But I must tell you that it's been a while for me, and if I think about it too much, I'm going to psych myself out. What I want is you to take care of this for me."

"I'll do whatever you need me to." Dropping my mouth to hers, I steal another kiss and go about divesting both of us of our clothing. I slow it down, instead of a mad rush to the finish line, I decide to take my time. Digging my fingers into her hair, I tilt her head back, cupping it with my palms. Going to work at her neck, I plan to leave a mark, so that anyone who sees her knows she's spoken for. I've never been the type of guy who got super caught up in others knowing who my lady is, but her? I want anyone who sees her to know she has someone at home.

"Silas, are you giving me a hickey?" She pulls at my hair, trying to knock the suction off her skin.

"Mmm hmmm." I groan deep in my throat, but pull away when she yanks a little harder.

"Do you know what it will look like if I go to work with a love bite on my neck? Do you know what I'll have to explain to my dad?"




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