Page 68 of Switch

When I hear her key in the lock, I glance up from uncorking the wine. The second she steps inside, her tired eyes soften, lips parting in surprise as she takes in the setup.

She smiles. “What’s all this?”

I set the bottle down, walking over to her, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Just figured you could use a night to relax. Grab a shower, baby. Take your time. Come out when you’re ready.”

She tilts her head at me, eyes warm. “You trying to butter me up?”

I smirk. “Maybe.”

She laughs softly, rising on her toes to kiss my cheek. “Alright. Give me ten minutes.”

She disappears down the hall, and I finish getting everything set up. By the time she steps back out, wrapped in a pair of soft leggings and one of my hoodies, her damp hair piled up in a bun, she lookssoft.Relaxed. Like my girl again.

I pat the spot beside me on the floor. “C’mere, baby.”

She settles in next to me, pulling a blanket over her lap. “You know, this is exactly what I needed.”

I hand her a glass of wine, then grab a slice of pizza, handing it to her. “I figured.”

She takes a bite, closing her eyes with a satisfied moan. “God, I forgot how hungry I was.”

I laugh, grabbing my own slice. “Guess you’ve been busy.”

She nods, chewing. “Work’s been insane. We had a patient come in last week who insisted WebMD was more qualified than the actual doctor.”

I groan. “Let me guess—thought they were dying?”

“Obviously,” she laughs, shaking her head. “Turned out they hadgas.”

I snort, shaking my head. “People are idiots.”

She grins, sipping her wine. “Tell me about it.”

I settle back, watching her as she picks another slice. “How’s bowling been?”

She groans. “Oh my god, so we had league night, right? And Brookecompletelylost her shit because Bri wouldn’t stop talking trash to the team next to us. She wasthis closeto throwing a ball at some guy’s head.”

I raise a brow. “Bri? Really?”

“She takes itsoseriously,” Bella laughs, shaking her head. “I swear, if she ever gets banned from the bowling alley, I’m not going to be surprised.”

I grin, taking a swig of my beer. “Damn, I gotta see this. I didn’t realize your family gotsointo it.”

She shrugs. “We’recompetitive.”

I shake my head, amused. “And work? Besides the WebMD genius, anything else going on?”

She exhales, stretching her legs out. “Same old, really. Amelia’s been nosy as hell, though. Keeps asking about you.”

I smirk. “Oh yeah? What’s she wanna know?”

She shrugs. “The usual. If you’re treating me right. If you’re actually myboyfriendor if you’re just some hot biker I let take me home one night.”

I let out a short laugh. “And what’d you tell her?”

She side-eyes me. “I told her you weredefinitelymy hot biker.”

I grab her waist, pulling her closer. “Damn right I am.”

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