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“I love you, Mason,” she whispered against the sleeping girl’s head. “So much.”

Chapter 8

Vera

Vera was beyond nervous. She hadn’t been on an actual date in so long she couldn’t even remember the last time. And as she stood in front of the full-length mirror, yet again, fretting about what to wear, she remembered why she didn’t date.

But then she remembered the kiss from the night before that still lingered on her lips.

Yeah, maybe dating her is worth it.

“Hey,” her best friend, Cameron West, snapped her fingers at her, “no daydreaming. Focus.”

Cameron had come over after Vera’s frantic phone call that she had nothing to wear. They knew it wasn’t true, but Cameron had arrived with an armload of her own dresses for Vera to try on.

Vera had met Cameron soon after they both took fellowships at Taylor Memorial Hospital. Cameron was from Tennessee, and had the cutest southern accent Vera had ever heard. She was currently laying on the bed in Vera’s bedroom, propped up on her elbow, as she watched Vera change dresses yet again.

“Sorry,” Vera sighed. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous.”

“Because you like her.” Cameron was right. They both knew it. “From what you’ve told me, she seems great.”

“She is.”

“So, then don’t be nervous,” Cameron said nonchalantly.

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one getting ready for a date.”

“I mean,” Cameron chuckled, “if Isla is as pretty as you say she is, maybe I can just go in your place.”

“Back off my woman!” Vera teased. “Besides, I thought you were still seeing the new radiologist?”

“Ew. No. Didn’t you hear?”

Typically, gossip at the hospital spread faster than the flu. Even with Vera and Cameron working in different departments—Cameron was an oncologist fellow—Vera often heard news from every department. Somehow, she’d missed the fact Cameron and the radiologist broke up.

“Hear what?”

“She slept with that sleazy ER nurse.”

“Ew,” Vera gasped, “the redhead?”

“Yup.” Cameron nodded. “And you know me. I’m a one woman at a time woman. I don’t want to be second fiddle to anyone.”

“I know.” Vera nodded as she pulled what seemed like the hundredth dress over her head. She shimmied into it, actually not hating the way it looked on her. “What about this one?”

Cameron sat up on the edge of the bed and whistled her approval. “I love that on you.”

“Yeah?”

“Definitely.” Walking up behind her, Cameron looked over her shoulder into the full-length mirror. “In fact, it looks so much better on you than it does me, I’m happy giving it to you.”

“Oh stop. I’m sure it looks great on you, too.”

“Maybe, but you have something I don’t.”

Vera furrowed her brow in confusion. “What’s that?”

Cameron’s hand came around from behind Vera as she cupped her breasts in her hands. “These. I mean, look at them.”

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