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Cassidy blushes, clearly feeling a little self-conscious under our gaze. “You really think so?”

My mom beams at her. “Absolutely, my dear. Why don’t you give us a little twirl?”

Cass spins, her long blonde hair falling over her shoulders as Helen adjusts the long train behind her. While the front of the gown is modest and classic, the back is sexy and provocative. The fabric completely exposes her spine, draping so low that it lands barely above the top of her ass.

Helen steps back, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “What do you think? How do you feel in the dress?”

She looks between me and my mom, glowing with a radiance I’ve never seen before. “I feel like a bride.”

“Well duh, Cass. But do you like it?” I tease, standing to get a closer look.

She nods subtly, seemingly in awe of how perfect the dress feels for her.

I run my fingers over the train’s material. It’s a thick satin fabric that only shines once you get close enough to touch it—kind of like her in a way, I think. From a distance, Cassidy is this intimidating, badass nurse, but once you get to know her, she’s witty, and fun, and vibrant.

“It’s perfect,” I whisper, peering up at her. “Though I would have preferred more glitter.” I shoot her a wink as I pull her into a hug. “What do you think Mom?”

“I think my son is a very lucky man,” she responds, her eyes shining with pride.

Chapter 4

Beau

“Fore!” I yell, watching the ball I hit land near the group in front of us.

Golf has never been my best sport, though I can’t say it’s my worst either considering I just about drowned during diving class in high school. Why they made us go off the twenty-meter board as a graduation requirement is beyond me. Whoever made that rule clearly never did a trauma rotation in med school . . .

Parker chuckles as he cleans his driver off with a towel. “You’ve got to take lessons man. You’re embarrassing me at my club.”

“Yeah, because I have so much time at the moment,” I reply sarcastically as I toss my driver at him. “You’re lucky I’m even here today.”

“It’ll get better after this year, I promise.” He puts my club away before taking a few practice swings of his own.

“Will it though? The second years look pretty damn miserable too,” I say, grabbing a beer from the cooler on the cart.

I’m pretty sure I saw one of them leave an OR in tears earlier this week. I may be exhausted, but at least I haven’t cried yet.

Parker looks over at me, an amused expression on his face. “Honestly, it was all just a blur of surgery and sex.”

Ever since completing his residency, Parker has turned into a wildly more relaxed version of himself. He’s become someone who golfs for fun and makes crude jokes—it’s like our roles have completely reversed.

“Oh, it feels like I’m getting fucked every day. Just not in a good way.” I take a sip from my cold Budweiser as Parker swings, dropping the ball straight into the fairway ahead.

Lucky bastard.

“Well, maybe you need to change it up,” he offers, putting his club away before hopping in the driver’s seat of the golf cart. “Start giving rather than receiving.”

A massive smirk forms on his face at the innuendo as he presses the gas pedal to take us to the next hole.

New and improved Parker is irritating.

While I would have loved to have spent the night “giving” to the brunette bombshell with eyes like arctic ice, I got called into the hospital for an emergency just as we were getting to the good stuff. All I could think about as I scrubbed for the case was how I wanted to sink my teeth into her smooth skin and mark it as my own. I felt feral for her, like I’ve never felt before in my life.

I’ve been at the hospital for the past forty-eight hours and have barely had a chance to eat, sleep, and piss, let alone think of a witty text to send Claire as an apology for cutting our first date short. But once this game wraps up, I’m planning on heading home and doing some serious groveling.

“Look alive, Buffington,” Parker shouts, jolting the cart to a stop near his ball. “We’ve got six holes to go, and you look like shit.”

I shake off my exhaustion and glare at him. For someone who used to constantly have a scowl on his face, he’s certainly enjoying my downfall.

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