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He gives me a look that makes my stomach drop to my feet and my mouth zip completely shut.

“Ever since that first night we met, you’ve been the only thing on my mind.”

“Your poor patients,” I tease, because I can’t help myself.

His gaze sharpens playfully. “Am I going to have to gag you to have this conversation? Because I swear to God, woman, I will.”

I pretend to lock my lips, focusing on his handsome face.

“That’s better,” he huffs, taking my feet in his hands and extending them over his lap. “As I was trying to say, I’m still set on making you mine. When I’m free, I want to focus on you, and only you.”

“So, Parker—”

Beau’s thumbs dig into the sensitive part of my feet, making me yelp from surprise. Only instead of pain, all I feel is a thrum of energy between my legs.

“Parker and I didn’t have a chance to talk this weekend, unfortunately,” he explains, studying me closely with those warm eyes. “But that doesn’t mean anything has changed. It just means that we’ve gotta wait a little bit longer.”

I sigh because I don’t want to wait longer. I want this man’s expert hands to drift across my skin right now.

“When?” I ask, attempting to hide my disappointment.

“Soon.” He slowly rubs along the inside of my feet. “Desperate for my touch or something?”

“You’re touching me right now, dummy.” I pointedly look down at his hands gripping my feet, like he’s using them as a barrier between us.

“Trust me,” he says, digging his thumbs into that spot once more. “This is nowhere close to how I’m planning to touch you.”

Chapter 24

Beau

My schedule since the retreat has been surprisingly tolerable, and I’m starting to feel like a human being again rather than a strung-out zombie. I worked four days in a row, with only one overnight call shift, and after I finish up today I’m off for two days straight.

Claire made me promise that I would watch a reality TV show with her tonight, and while I can’t wait to relax together, I also can’t fucking figure out what to do about Parker.

I was genuinely shocked when Parker said I was the last person in the group that he’d want his sister to date. Clearly, out of any of those bozos, I would be the best choice. When I pressed him for a reason, he pointed out my med school days—back when I had various women on call for my dick almost every night. What he doesn’t know is that everything changed the moment I met Claire.

Today in our surgical case I thought about coming clean to him. I figured he couldn’t kill me in a room full of people if things went south. But then I started feeling guilty about how good of a friend he’s been to me this past year, so I held my tongue like a fucking coward.

On my way home, I considered lying to Claire and telling her that her brother gave his full blessing. It would allow me to fuck her brains out tonight, which is all I’ve wanted for months. But unfortunately, I don’t believe in starting a relationship built on a lie. Though . . . technically I’m already lying to her each time I say that I haven’t had a chance to talk to her brother. I’ve had ample opportunity, I just know what his opinion will be, and don’t want to hear it.

I may not know what to do, but what I do know is that I’ve got to do something soon because the way Claire has been toying with me is going to send me into an early grave. The past few nights I’ve come home to her wearing even fewer clothes than she normally does, taunting me with a knowing smirk on her face. It’s like she’s showing me what I could have if I would just man the fuck up and have an adult conversation with her brother, and I’m on the verge of waving my white flag.

By the time I make my way downstairs after my post-shift shower, Claire’s got her show ready in the living room with Frosty purring in her lap. Her wild hair is pulled back in a single thick braid, and she’s wearing some sort of matching two-piece set that stops just beneath her breasts, exposing far too much of her stomach to make me feel confident in my ability to control myself.

The purposeful distance I put between us on the couch did nothing to dampen my awareness of her though. Every breath she takes makes my skin prickle and my cock swell. She could have the bubonic plague, and I think my dick would still be rock hard if it was close to her.

“Are you getting everything?” Claire asks, eyeing me suspiciously.

“Uh, yeah,” I reply, leaning forward to grab my beer. “That chick in the black was pissed because that chick in the yellow hooked up with her boyfriend.”

“Beau!” she exclaims, tossing a pillow at me.

“What?” I can’t help but chuckle as I dodge her throw. “Isn’t that what happened?”

Claire places Frosty on the ground and moves to stand directly in front of me, blocking my view of the television. Her perky tits are right at my eye level, and I can immediately tell she’s not wearing a bra.

Fuck me.

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