Page 83 of Baby Maker

Chapter Seventeen

Keegan

From the corner of my eye, I watch Calli walk down the hallway and out of my sight.

To say I’m stunned is an understatement. I never expected to see her again after that drunken night at her house. I may have only had one glass of whiskey with her, but I drank a quarter of a bottle once I got home.

Not that it numbed the pain. Not even close.

The only saving grace of being on Long Island, in a high-profile position, is the lack of free time I’ve had over the last few weeks. No one demanded that I stay in the office, poring over case files until ten at night, but what did I have waiting at home?

Hell, I don’t even have a home. Not yet. I’ve looked at several beach houses, searching for the perfect one, but the thrill was gone.

Now, that thrill just shocked the hell out of me, standing in my exam room and pacing the floor in typical Calli fashion.

But I let her walk away. I don’t know why. Pride? Fear? I know it isn’t because I don’t love her. I adore every stubborn cell of that woman’s body.

She poured her heart out, leaving no mistake as to her intentions. Telling me, in no uncertain terms, that I was her choice.

And I let her walk away.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Keegan?” I mutter under my breath, jolting from the exam room.

“Dr. Russo, your next patient is waiting.” Patty, the receptionist, motions to a room further down the hall.

“Stall her. I need five minutes.” Dashing out the door, I make a beeline for the elevator, but it’s already on the move.

So am I. I grab open the door to the stairwell, taking the steps two at a time, down to the main floor. I burst into the lobby just as the elevator doors open.

Panting, I push a stunned Calliope against the elevator wall, closing the door and pressing the stop button.

I’m going to receive a stern lecture for this maneuver. Not that I give a damn. I’ll pay whatever fine they want to toss my way.

Calliope’s gray eyes widen with shock, their glassiness evidence of her emotion. “What are you doing, Keegan?”

“What does it look like?” I crush my mouth to hers, knotting my fingers in her hair as our tongues tangle. I pour every emotion into that kiss, every moment I spent without her by my side. She’s giving as good as she gets, her hands fisting my shirt and wrinkling the hell out of it.

We pull back, our breath mingling as our hearts settle.

“I thought you needed time.” Calli’s hands, unwilling to stay still, rub along my chest, her mouth pressing tiny kisses to my jaw.

What I need is to sink inside her, but that’s going to have to wait a little while longer. “I figured it out in the amount of time it took for you to walk from my office to the door.”

“And?” Her gaze holds mine, and for the first time since that incredible evening on Cape Cod, I know all the love living there is meant for me.

“Yes. To all of it. I’m going to owe you a really amazing proposal and a ring, but—”

My words are cut off as her mouth claims mine, her hands twining round my neck. Her tongue teases me, beckoning me to play, as her body presses close.

Will I have sex in an elevator?

Damn straight.

“This is security. Is everything alright in there?” A voice blasts out through the speaker. Busted.

Pressing the intercom, I chuckle. “We’re fine. Moving now.”

Calliope releases a groan, leaning her head on my chest. “You have a patient waiting, don’t you?”

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