Page 89 of Meant to Be
Chapter Seventeen
The next morning, Sydney woke on the floor. Disoriented, her eyes fluttered open and the memory of the night before came back to her, leaving her disappointed Mitch wasn’t there. The smell of bacon clued her in that he was making breakfast. The T-shirt Mitch had lent her the night before lay on the arm of the couch, and she smiled that he would have thought of leaving it there for her. She put it on and made her way to the kitchen.
“Hey.” His smile stunned her.
“Hey.”
“I didn’t want to wake you, but after last night, I was starving.” He waggled his brows, heating her body with desire to repeat all the sensuous things they’d done during the night.
“It smells delicious.”
“Bacon is one of the main food groups.”
She smiled knowing most people agreed. Of course, after eating it, she’d need to burn off the calories. Did they have time for Mitch to help her with that? Thinking of time, she remembered she needed to stop by her place to pick up her mail.
Before she could talk to Mitch about it, she was in his arms and he was kissing her senseless.
“Good morning.”
Breathless, she looked at him. “Good morning.”
“Did you sleep okay? I guess we fell asleep on the floor. It’s not very comfortable.”
“It’s not, but you are.”
He grinned, gave her a quick kiss, and went back to cooking breakfast. It was all very domestic, and she couldn’t remember being happier. Her ability to guard against thoughts of living in bliss with Mitch was completely gone. She knew she could get hurt and knew it would destroy her, but her love was no match for good sense. So, she had to put her faith in him and hope he could see that all they’d once dreamed of could still become reality.
Mitch helped her burn off the bacon calories while they showered. It took longer than expected, and she wasn’t able to get her mail before work. No matter. She’d stop by after.
Sydney breezed through her day, finding joy in telling a young couple they were pregnant and wondering if she’d ever have that joy with Mitch. The only blight in her life was the fact someone was out to get her. She hoped Mitch would be able to discover who it was before she or someone else was hurt again.
After work, Mitch drove her from the hospital to her place. She grabbed a few more clothes, wishing she had something seductive to pack. Maybe she’d find a lingerie store on the weekend. She stopped by her mailbox. Her box was filled, a large manila envelope taking up most of the space. Eager to get back to Mitch’s place, she stuffed the mail in her purse and went back to her car.
“Got everything you need?” He leaned against his truck, waiting for her outside her place.
He was so handsome, his green eyes shining at her. It stole her breath.
“Yes.”
He smiled, helped her in the truck and drove back to his home. This time she cooked dinner. They talked like they used to, and she felt as close to him as she had before. Did he feel the same? He never said so, but he wasn’t as guarded. It could be wishful thinking, but she wanted to believe it was love or at least affection shining in his eyes.
Friday morning, Sydney woke in her favorite place, Mitch’s arms. She was in trouble if she was wrong about his feelings, because she was irrevocably in love with him. All she wanted to do was live the rest of her days going to sleep and waking in his arms. Maybe they’d add a few children to the mix, children with his bronze hair and green eyes.
“What are you doing for lunch?” Mitch stood in the doorway of her office. She’d done her rounds at the hospital while Mitch had gone to visit Jenny, and he’d surprised her by showing up at her office after.
“No plans.”
He stepped into her office, shutting the door. He walked to her, pulled her from her chair, and kissed her.
“That’s a solid-looking desk you have there.” His words reverberated against her neck. As if to show her, he pushed her back until the desk pressed against her backside. He lifted her, set her on the desk, and then stepped between her legs.
“Why, officer!”
“It’s detective.” His hands slid up her legs, under her dress. “How about it? Lunch here?”
A surge of excitement shimmered through her body. “Yes.”
He pressed his palms to her cheeks. “I can’t seem to get enough of you, Doc.”
