Page 66 of The Christmas Wife

Silence again. "Did you just ask me to refrain from imagining the hot doctor naked?"

"Yeah."Shit, I know how that sounds...But I really don’t want her going there… Nowhere near that very male, very gorgeous naked ass…or dick, of said doctor…because…well I am...

"Are you jealous?"

Of course, I am."No, no, nothing like that…" I bite my lips.

"It’s fine; I understand." I can hear the grin in her voice.

"Nothing to understand."

"You’re holed up with him over the festive season, huh? Planning a hot and dirty week, eh?"

"No, no," I hasten to clarify, "nothing like that."

"Oh?" Her voice is credulous.

"No, seriously, uh... He wants me to meet his family over Christmas."

The silence stretches this time. A beat, another.

"Family? Christmas?" Her voice sounds strangled. "Isn’t that uh, premature?"

"It’s part of the deal."

"The deal…? What deal? Amelie, what the hell is happening there?"

The phone vibrates again; I glance at the screen. She’s asking for access to my video again. I huff out a breath, then agree.

Isla’s face fills the screen. Her eyes are wide, concern writ across her features.

"Finally," she huffs. "The hell have you gotten yourself into?"

"Me?" I frown, "Why are you yelling at me, when it’s that alphahole’s fault that I am here in this bath tub?"

"Where is the doctor?"

"He’s shutting down the house for the night."

She raises an eyebrow.

"What?"

She makes the motion of zipping her lips, "Nothing."

I scowl, "Out with it, bitch."

"It sounds like you two are playing house up there."

"Yeah, and Max is our child," I say, only half-joking.

"Sinclair and Summer’s puppy?"

"Yeah, Weston’s dog-sitting."

"He can’t be that much of an asshole if he’s dog sitting."

"He knows how to fool people, huh?" I mutter.

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