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“No one would believe that was your first. You didn’t hesitate at all and just did what needed doing. You were amazing. Your future patients will be lucky to have you.”
Her blush intensified, and she looked down at her shoes. “Thank you, Quinn. That means a lot. Um, so, would you like to go back and see them? Felicity added you to the approved list.” Noticing the suitcase for the first time, she smiled again and nodded toward the bag resting against his leg. “And thanks for bringing that. She’s going to need it.”
“I figured. Is she still in emergency?”
Patience nodded to the woman at the Information Desk as she headed toward the automatic doors. “Nope, they were moving her to postpartum when I came out to get you. They tookbaby Clara to the NICU when we got here, but she’s doing fine, too. They’ll monitor her for any issues because of the outdoor birth. More of a precaution, really.”
Quinn listened to her soft voice as he followed her down the bustling corridor to a bank of elevators. He stifled a groan as he tried to keep his eyes off her delectable ass and the gentle sway of her hips. This was not the time or place for an erection.
“As you okay?” She narrowed her eyes as she looked at him.
Had she asked him something? “Yeah, just tired. Why?”
“I asked if you’d seen babies delivered before.”
“Yes. There was a mission a while ago when Doc delivered a baby. It’s been years, though. Not that I was likely to forget. I don’t envy women having to go through all that.”
Patience nodded. “It’s definitely not easy. I think a comedian once described it as pulling your bottom lip over your head and trying to push out a watermelon.”
Quinn winced, thinking about it. “Women are definitely stronger than given credit for.”
The elevator dinged, and the doors finally opened. Patience stepped in first and pushed the button for the fourth floor.
“Wow, Quinn. That’s very forward thinking of you. You come across as a caveman most of the time. I figured you were one of those who’d prefer their woman barefoot and pregnant.”
Quinn followed her in and stood off to the side. He adjusted his cock, hoping she didn’t notice. “Oh, little girl, you don’t want to know what I want from my woman. You couldn’t handle it. But barefoot and pregnant? Nope, not at all.”
“You think I couldn’t handle you, big guy?” Her gaze met his in the elevator's reflection door.
“No, I’d break you for sure.”
“I’m not a child or innocent,” she admonished, even as more color flooded her cheeks.
Quinn smirked. Her elbow to his side made him grunt and his smirk bigger.
“I’m tougher than you think.”
“I don’t doubt it, little girl, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t break you.” And that’s what he’d do, too. If not at first, it would happen eventually. He didn’t do relationships for a reason. When he needed relief, he took care of it himself or fucked someone at the club—no strings attached. At least there, the women knew what he’d expect from them. But even there, he held part of himself back, always fearing what would happen if the beast came out to play. Now he knew exactly what would happen. He’d seen it after this last mission.
“I don’t agree.”
He shrugged. Continuing this conversation wouldn’t get her anywhere. Thankfully, the doors opened.
“Noted.”
Patience harrumphed and shook her head. He hid his smile. She was a stubborn little thing.
CHAPTER 9
PATIENCE
Asshat! Patience couldn’t believe the audacity of the man. Definitely a troglodyte. Not that it was a surprise. She’d overheard enough of the men’s interactions with their girlfriends at the Ready Room. Although none of the women they dated put up with their over-the-top attitude—except Harmony. She was so sweet, and Ry treated her like the world revolved around her. Okay, so maybe it was only Quinn who was the fucktard of the team.
She wanted to do more than elbow him in the side. Did he think she didn’t see him adjust his erection? Had it been fully erect? She’d seen penises before. She was almost a doctor, for fuck’s sake. Though admittedly, they weren’t usually erect. And yeah, she might have said she wasn’t innocent, and she wasn’t, but shewasa virgin. But only because she’d never met someone who she’d wanted—until Quinn. Not that it would do her any good since he was dead set against them being together. What was his problem with her? Even if he was ten years older, that wasn’t a big deal. She’d rather be with someone experienced the first time. Besides, it’s not like she was expecting him to propose marriage.
“What’s her room number?”
His question jolted her out of her thoughts. Shit. He had her all messed up. She should have left him in the waiting room and just grabbed Felicity’s suitcase.
