Page 52 of The Charmer

"It’ll be fine. I’ll wrap it or something."

"We have a family friend who's a doctor. He makes house visits if we ask him."

My eyes widened. "House visits? That's still a thing?"

"No, it's a favor for us."

"I'm sure that's not necessary."

He pinned me with his gaze. "You only go to the doctor when you've got no other option, huh?"

"Pretty much."

He walked up to me, putting a hand on the sofa back and the other on the table. "Georgie, promise me you'll give me an update tomorrow morning. Otherwise, I’ll come here and check myself."

That was very appealing. How exactly would he check? Just look at my ankle, make me walk, or touch it thoroughly?

"I promise I'll text you."

"Good. I'll be in touch with details about the Landry party." He straightened up. “Need my help getting up from the couch?”

“Yes, please.”

He carefully slid an arm around my waist. Well, that was nice—I'd thought he might just give me his hand, but this was far too delicious to even question it. When he hoisted me up, I pressed myself against his chest. Completely involuntarily, of course, but my body still tingled everywhere.

When he stepped back, I felt his absence.

"I had a lot of fun tonight despite everything," he said as he walked toward the door.

"So did I. And your dancing really is on point."

He winked at me. "And I didn't even get to bring out my best moves. But I promise I will next time."

Chapter Thirteen

Julian

The next morning, I called Beckett first thing when I arrived at the office. It was ten o'clock, but neither of us was an early bird. Even so, he needed about five rings. I was about to give up when he finally answered.

"Morning," he said lazily.

"To you too."

"Why do you sound so chipper?"

"Beckett, it's ten o'clock."

"Why do you say that as if it's like noon?"

I laughed. "Know what? You do you. It doesn't really matter."

"So, why are you calling this early?"

"Listen, you've got an invitation to the Landry party this season, right?"

"Yeah."

"You attending?" I asked.

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