Page 82 of When You Blush
He smirks. “Yeah. It’s a good thing, too, because that girl likes fancy shit.”
“Am I the only one who thinks this is … a little weird?”
“No.” He grins as he leans in to press his lips to my forehead, sending fresh tingles down my body. “Try flying in the private jet to London to watch Skyla dance at a king’s coronation.”
My jaw drops, and I can only stare at him, making him laugh.
“You’re kidding.”
“I’m definitely not kidding. That happened. Okay, so we’re on for this staycation?”
“I’m in if you are.”
“Great. Have you had a good day, baby?”
I nod and take a second to think just how fuckinghotthis man looks in a pair of blue scrubs and a white coat, his stethoscope around his neck.
“Harper?”
“Yeah?” My gaze jerks up to his, and he’s smirking at me. “What did you say?”
“What were you thinking?”
“Stop it. Youknowyou’re hot in that outfit.”
“It’s literally my work clothes.”
I swallowhard. “I know.”
His eyes journey down my own pink scrubs and over the stethoscope aroundmyneck, and when his hazel eyes meet mine again, those gold flecks are on fire.
“Same goes, sugar.”
“We’d better get to work.”
“I do believe there are cameras in these stairwells,” he agrees and presses his lips to my ear. “Otherwise, you’d be boosted up against this wall right now.”
“You’ve threatened to fuck me a lot today. Maybe someday, you can make good on that threat.”
He bites his lip and shakes his head. “I’m going to spank your ass later.”
“Sounds like fun.” I rise on my tiptoes and kiss him on the mouth. “Have a good night. I’ll swing by around eight with something for you.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know.” I smile as I turn to the doorway. “I want to. See you later.”
“See you.”
“I brought dessert,” I announce as I walk into the house I grew up in. Ava and the boys are already here, gathered in the kitchen with Greg, who’s sipping water. “How is everyone?”
“Dad was just telling us about some woman he wasflirting with at the doctor’s office,” Tucker declares, watching Greg with humor-filled eyes.
“Who?” I demand and set the sugar-free chocolate torte in the fridge. “I want to know everything. Why are you talking about this when I’m not here yet?”
“You were slow as hell,” Xander says before tugging on my hair.
“Her name is Linda,” Ava says. “She’s seventy.”
