Page 66 of Baby Maker

“Good. Wouldn’t want to have to implement some discipline when you got back.”

Well, shit. That got my dick’s attention. “Hmm. I don’t know. Maybe I should engage in some shady behavior, then.”

“I don’t recommend it,” she giggles, blowing a kiss into the phone before hanging up.

* * *

“Glad to seeyou’re in a better mood,” my colleague, Dr. Miner, comments at breakfast.

“I had a headache.”

“I get those too, particularly around certain people. Trust me, you didn’t miss much. The blowhard bragged on himself for the next ninety minutes. I had a migraine by the time I begged off.”

I chuckle, settling into a seat next to him. “I knew there were perks to turning in early.”

“Have you thought any further about what we discussed?”

The Cape Cod weekend was singular in many ways.

Dr. Miner called that first morning, offering a job opportunity. He wasn’t certain it would come to fruition, but he wanted me to know I was at the top of a very short list.

Now, it appears the mirage has transformed into an oasis. But beyond that, the details surrounding the job are murky, at best.

“Not really, to be honest. You said it might not happen. I don’t tend to put much stock in possibilities.”

“It’s happening. How attached are you to Providence?”

Good question, all things considered. “The woman I’m dating lives there, and I’m a partner in a relatively large practice.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I suppose it would be based on what someone was offering. Is it better than what I have in Providence?”

“Let me whet your appetite, Dr. Russo. Fifty percent control of the largest reproductive endocrinology practice in the Tri-state area. Based on Long Island, which is where your family lives, yes?”

I chew my food with slow bites, trying to maintain a neutral expression. I know the practice to which Dr. Miner refers. It’s his practice and world-renowned. Top of the line, everything. It would open the door to a bevy of new patient options and treatments—something lacking in Providence. And I currently have twenty-five percent control, which means I’m usually outnumbered against my more conservative partners. “That’s quite an offer, Dr. Miner.”

“You’re quite a doctor. I’d be a fool to let someone else snatch you up. You and I both know that fact.”

“When would you need an answer?”

“I’ll give you a couple of weeks. I know it’s a big change, but change is vital to growth.” He lifts his mug, nodding in my direction. “Here’s hoping you ring me with some good news soon. Until then, I’ll have to placate myself with another round of drunken karaoke.”

“Count me out,” I laugh, recalling Calliope’s warning. Of course, she would be a sexy as hell dominatrix.

* * *

By the timeFriday rolls around, I’m champing at the bit to see Calli. The first couple of days, the conversations were basic, treading lightly around flirtation. But on the third day, my girl imbibed a bit too much whiskey and was feeling frisky. Let’s just say the messages have taken a serious turn into sexting territory, and I can’t wait to take her home and sink balls deep inside her.

Apparently, the feeling is mutual. She leaps into my arms a second after she opens the door, pulling me close, her head resting against my chest. “I’m so glad you’re back.”

I tip up her chin, stealing a kiss from her pouty mouth. I really want to rip off every stitch of clothing, but Calliope and I need to have a conversation first.

A serious conversation.

“It’s like you missed me or something.”

“I missed you so much, Keegan.”

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