Page 63 of Mob Star

I chuckle. “Yes, a bonnet. I just rolled right out of Little House on the Prairie and into labor and delivery. It’s called a surgical cap.”

“Does yours have like Snoopy and Charlie Brown, or whatever kids like these days?”

“Finn, my patients can’t even distinguish my face. They truly can’t see more than a foot in front of them. They don’t notice if I have cartoon characters. I have one with all different dogs, one with smiling suns, and one with flamingos. I like having something cheery on when I see parents.”

“I admire you so much.”

That sends a rush of warmth through me that makes my toes curl. “Thanks.”

“What color are your scrubs?”

“I brought lavender ones. I usually wear pastels for the same reason as the fun surgical caps.”

“Which cap will you wear?”

“The dog one. Why?”

“And your lab coat says Dr A. Gallagher, Neonatologist?”

“Neonatology.”

“What color are your clogs?”

“Black. Are you picturing me in my scrubs? I thought you’d picture me naked.” I’m almost offended that he prefers to think of me all covered up.

“I think about you naked all the time. Picturing you in your scrubs is fecking hot as all get out. You’re brilliant, and kind, and dedicated, and you use all of that as a doctor. Knowing you spend all day helping sick babies in those scrubs— it’s a turn on.”

“Daddy.” I sigh the word.

“Yes, leanbh.”

“You’re wonderful.”

“I want to be for you.” There’s a wistfulness to that.

“Are you in one of your right off the Milan runway suits or your version of casual?”

“My version of casual? What does that mean?”

“Even in jeans and a sweater, you look like you’re ready to make the panties drop off every woman who sees you.”

“The only woman whose panties matter to me knows she better not be wearing any.”

“I know. I’m not.”

I’m wearing yoga pants, so I’m quick to open my camera and pull the waistband out enough for him to see my pussy. I snap the pic and text it to him. A groan is my reward.

“Thea, I’m already hard just talking to you. I can practically feel being inside your pussy. I’m going to enjoy every part of you. I’m going to lock us away for three days when I get back.”

I can practically hear his teeth clack together when he realizes what he just said. Get back. He already told me he saw Uncle Corey this morning, but the piece of ass is heading back to the city in a couple days. Finn’s not here in NYC. It’s a gut punch. He left without telling me.

You can’t feel sorry for yourself. You knew this could and would happen. You knew he would lie to you about where he is.

“Thea, I had to go out of town. For this trip, I can’t tell you more than that. But Corey came up, and I figured out you’re related.”

Boston.

Uncle Corey might have influence in NYC and Boston, but I can’t imagine he matters anywhere else. He let it slip that he left the city, but he just reminded me my great-uncle came up in conversation.

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