Page 14 of Twin Babies for the Pucking Billionaires

She smiles, looking down at the box that holds the puppy. “I think I can manage that.”

We get to the checkout, and I see Millie’s eyes bulge out as the grand total flashes on the screen—four hundred dollars.

“Fuck, that’s too much,” she says, shaking her head.

“It’s okay,” I smile at her. “I’ve got it.”

The cashier bags our items, and we step outside. The cool air hits us and I turn to her. “This is a lot of stuff. Maybe I should…”

“I’ve got it Chase. You have done more than enough.”

“I’m really sorry I can’t drive you home.” This is the first time since I got my bike that I actually regret it.

She waves it off. “Don’t worry about it.”

“How about I get you an Uber instead?” I offer, not wanting her to carry all this stuff by herself.

She shakes her head. “I’m okay, really.”

I step closer, catching the sweet scent of her hair. She’s absolutely breathtaking. “I have a feeling you don’t like people taking care of you.”

“You got that after just a few hours around me?” She raises an eyebrow, a playful glint in her eyes.

I smile. She’s sassy. I like that. “Pass me your phone,” I say. “I’ll give you my number, so you can ask about the puppy whenever.”

She nods, handing me her phone. I type in my number and pass it back to her. “You sure you’re okay?” I ask again.

“Yes,” she assures me. “I’ll be fine.”

“I need to go check if Victoria was able to close up,” I say, glancing at my watch. “Bye!”

“Bye!” she waves, a soft smile on her lips.

I start my walk back, feeling a bit lighter. About three minutes later, my phone buzzes. It’s a text from her.

>>Thanks for today, doc!

I smile, replying: >>You’re welcome. Text me if you run into any issues.

A few seconds later, another text comes in.

>>I’ll save all my questions for tomorrow at six. We still on for dinner?

>>Hell yes! Looking forward to it.

As I walk, I think about how the day unfolded. Meeting Millie wasn’t on my agenda, but I’m glad she showed up. There’s something about her that intrigues me and makes me want to know more. She’s beautiful, smart and has a great sense ofhumor. And the way she cared for that puppy, it’s obvious she has a kind heart.

I reach the clinic and find Victoria just locking up. “Hey, Vic. Everything good?”

“Yeah, all set,” she says, turning the key. “How’d it go with the dog?”

“Good. Got him all checked out,” I say. “And met someone interesting in the process.”

“Oh?” She raises an eyebrow. “Do tell.”

“Later,” I say with a grin. “I’ve got dinner plans tomorrow.”

“Ooh, exciting. Well, good luck,” she teases. “See you tomorrow, boss.”

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