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I break off a segment and offer it to her.“Sweet,” I say, placing it in her palm.“Like you.”
Her eyes widen, a small furrow appearing between her brows.“I’m not—”
“You are.”I brush my thumb across her lower lip, catching a drop of juice.“Sweet, but with more bite.”
She laughs then, the sound warming something in my chest I thought had gone cold years ago.“No one’s ever called me sweet before.”
“You’re sweet, fierce, smart, sexy, funny, clinical when it’s needed and when you’re trying to hide your feelings.”
For a moment, we’re sitting there, sharing a clementine as snow falls outside the window, and I think…this.This is what I’ve been missing.
She sighs.“I have to go.Eat, then sleep.Nurse’s orders.”
“Worried about me, Foster?”
“Professional concern,” she claims, but her fingers tell a different story, lingering on my pulse point, caressing rather than assessing.Her touch betrays what her words deny.When I stare down at it, she drops my hand like it burned her, stands, gathering her bag and the dogs’ leashes, with heat blooming across her cheeks.“Hmm-hmm.Yep.Definitely professional.”
“Right.”I smile, catching the hitch in her breath when our eyes meet.“Professional.”
Chapter twenty-two
EVE
There’snothingprofessionalaboutmy feelings and my daydreaming.Adam’s hands.His smile.The sound of his voice.Of his laughter.His arms… But work keeps me busy enough.
By the time I get back to the B&B, I’m exhausted in that nerves-wired, emotionally-raw kind of way.
But when I open the fridge and see the tiny containers of homemade pumpkin spice creamer… my breath catches.
Of course he remembered.
I snap a picture for the group chat, trying not to read too much into it.But I also don’t delete the note he left.“Three different sorts of pumpkin spice creamer”.
Poppy
This is the rom-com of the year.
Me
Julie's latest book?
Julie
Nope, your life.Also I'm writing a romantic thriller right now with a hot vet and a sweet, sexy nurse who doesn't realize how amazing she is.No link whatsoever.But let's say her ex is an asshole.And his name is Chuckie.
Me
(types, deletes)
Claire
You are a sweet, sexy nurse who's funny and hardworking… stubborn though.And hates asking for help.Luckily, we're like leeches who won't let go.
Poppy: Changes the group name to CHRISTMAS LEECHES.
Harper
Sorry, I was, um, busy with your brother, Jules.Want me to send you pictures for anatomical reference in your book?For accuracy?
