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“Jake Rhodes.”
The woman’s voice was tight.“Jake, it’s Dr.Nuys.How soon can you be here?”
“What happened?”
“We’ve called Dr.Altman.”
His neurologist.
“I’m on my way.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven—Let’s write about it
Sienna
“Would you like to see our dessert menu?”our server asked me.
“No, thank you.Everything was delicious but very filling,” I replied before turning my grin to Matt seated across from me.“You?”
His gaze hooked onto mine.“Dessert at your place?”
“Good idea.”
He lifted his charming grin to the server.“We’ll take the chocolate fondant and the fig tart to go.”
“Of course.”She came back a few minutes later with a paper bag and the check, which Matt refused to let me share.
Twenty-five minutes later, the car dropped us in front of my building.He took my hand, and we headed to the elevator bank.
Once we’d gotten past my front door, Matt perused the wide room before his smiling gaze returned to mine.“This is a great place.”
While placing my purse on the narrow table of the hallway, the weight of my decision to bring him home after our first date suddenly pressed on my chest, and I smiled to hide my nervousness.“Thank you.I love it.”
He followed me to the kitchen island, and I pointed at the bag hanging from his fingers.“I’ll get some plates for—”
In one swift move, he placed the bag on the counter and wrapped his arm around my waist.I placed my hands on his shoulders, and his gaze heated.For me.Not as a clog of a two decades-long plan to bring down an admittedly asshole of a man.Just me, so I looped my arms around his neck.
