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Including my heart, but not until I know it’s something she actually does want.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

Delia

“Did you save any lives today?” I ask Donovan as he sits next to me in his bed.

Right after I arrived tonight, he prepared a light dinner of salmon with a side of couscous. It wasn’t overly spiced. In fact, it was perfect and after eating one serving, I asked for a bit more.

Donovan happily gave it to me as he watched me finish up.

For the next hour, he kept a close eye on me. He must have been as worried as I was that I wouldn’t be able to keep the food in because he placed a plastic bowl next to where I was sitting in the back room that overlooks his garden.

I thought we’d be able to sit out there tonight but rain pelted the city for a couple of hours.

Once we got into his bed, he tenderly touched my pussy until I came while I was kissing him. I wanted to show my appreciation so I slid down his body and licked, sucked and touched him until he blew his load all over my tits.

Watching him come undone like that was incredible.

“Not today.” He fakes a frown. “Carolyn did, though.”

There’s no mention of Matthew, so I don’t press. I know they don’t always work the same shifts. The clinic is open late some evenings and on the weekends so the three vets on staff have to stagger their schedules to ensure a doctor is always there.

Nodding, I glance down at my hands. I’m half-covered by a sheet that’s draped over my lap. The only things I have on are a pink bra and a pair of black lace panties. It may not be a matching set, but Donovan doesn’t seem to mind.

As for him, he’s naked as the day he was born, and I’ve come to learn that he’s incredibly comfortable that way whenever I’m around.

I’d never complain about that.

“I think I’ll get a glass of water,” I say, suddenly feeling parched.

Before I can get out of the bed, Donovan is on his feet. “I’ll get it, Delia. Stay put.”

“I want to stretch my legs.” I really want some of the berries I spotted in his fridge, but I don’t tell him that because he’ll go above and beyond and slice them up for me, add a sprig of fresh mint, and present it all in a beautiful bowl.

I’m happy to pluck a few of the plump blueberries and ripe raspberries from their cartons and pop them directly into my mouth.

I move to stand, too, but I don’t make it.

A wave of dizziness grabs hold of me, sending me right back down onto my ass on the mattress.

“Oh, gosh,” I mutter. “I don’t feel good.”

Donovan rounds the bed in a rush until he’s next to me. His hand jumps to my wrist.

I’m no doctor, but I know when someone is taking another person’s pulse.

I sense mine is racing because combined with the unending tiredness I’ve been experiencing, the nausea and vomiting, and now this unwelcome feeling of being light-headed, I’m starting to worry that I’ve picked up the flu.

“What’s wrong, Delia?” he asks, his hand moving to cup mine gently. “What exactly are you feeling?”

“I’m a little dizzy,” I explain. “That can happen when blood sugar dips, right?”

“Sure.” He nods but there’s hesitation in his tone. “Is that something that happens to you often?”

“No,” I answer honestly. “Not usually, but it has happened a few times recently.”

“How recently?” He presses. “When exactly?”

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