Page 94 of Fighting Fate

Thursday Night:

One Missed Call: Harborview Regional Medical

Message: Miles, this is Dr. Reynolds' office. We have your biopsy results. Please call us back to schedule an appointment.

Friday Afternoon:

Two Missed Calls: Harborview Regional Medical

Message: Miles, Harborview again. It's important we speak with you. Call us back when you can.

Saturday Morning:

One Missed Call: Harborview Regional Medical

Message: Miles, please return our call.

Sunday Afternoon:

One Missed Call: Harborview Regional Medical

Message: Hey Miles, Kinsley here from the clinic. We've been trying to reach you. It's vital we discuss your appointment and biopsy results. Your health is our top concern. Please call us at (303)-245-7980. We'll arrange a time to talk with Dr. Reynolds.

As I sit, struggling to steady my breathing, my phone lies abandoned in my hand. Suddenly, the doorbell disrupts the silence.

Who the hell is here on a Sunday night?

Crossing the living room, I swing open the door, revealing Milli. Dressed in a "just give this girl a book" cropped top and form-fitting yoga pants, she's a picture of casual beauty. Her hair's in a dance-practice bun, and she sports a pair of black-framed glasses, giving her a charmingly intellectual air.

My very own sexy tutor.

Leaning against the door frame, I catch her eyes roaming over me. Clearing my throat, her cheeks color, and I can't help but smile. Her gaze is as exhilarating as a game-winning touchdown.

"What's up, Mills?" I ask casually.

She lifts a white plastic bag. "Brought you something—Gnocchi soup, your favorite. Figured you could use it."

Hearing that, my stomach rumbles, and we share a laugh. "Weren't we meeting at the library in an hour?" I ask.

She shrugs nonchalantly. "Thought we might study here tonight." Her gaze briefly flickers behind me, no doubt searching for Luke.

"He's out with a..." I begin, but she jumps in, "Girl, right?"

Typical Luke and his ever-present girl pursuits.

"You know him too well," I say.

She chuckles. "Hard not to with Luke." She shifts, a playful sass in her stance. "So, are you letting me in, or do I freeze my ass out here?"

Damn, that tone of hers.

Focus, Miles. Tutoring first, fun later.

Or, maybe a bit of fun first to clear the mind?

Discreetly adjusting myself, I catch her eyes drifting south, a hint of mischief in her look.

I chuckle, stepping aside. "Come on in, mi lady."

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