Page 158 of Forgot to Tell You Something

“You have the job,” I whisper, giving her hand a squeeze. “The interviews are just a formality.”

“Owen,” Charlotte warns, “we have a process.”

“Yes, Charlotte,” I respond, giving her my famous eye roll. I stand up, my hand still grasping Tally. “If you don’t need me, I’m going to head back to the unit, check on a few patients.”

Tally is silent as we walk out the door, making it to the end of the hallway before tugging me to her. “Are you serious? I have the job?”

I smile, stealing a kiss when no one is looking. “You have the job.”

“Owen, that’s more money than I’ve ever made in my life. I can do so many things for Nugget—”

“I’m here too, Darlin. Taking care of you two is my biggest priority.”

“I believe you. I think I always did, but there were so many times—”

“That I let you down. Never again, Tally.”

She stands on tiptoe, stealing another kiss. “I forgot to tell you something.”

“What’s that?”

“I love you.”

I don’t give a damn who’s watching. My girl finally took the wall down and I need her to know I feel the same way. I capture her face with my hands, my tongue sliding inside her mouth. But this time, it’s not urgent or forceful. It’s slow, delicious, and has my dick throbbing when we pull away.

“Does that mean you love me, too?” Tally murmurs, her breathing harried and shallow.

“I more than love you, Tally.”

God, her smile. It doesn’t hurt that I know how very talented that mouth is in other areas, either.

“I have to go, but I’ll see you at home?”

Home.

She finally said it.

“Absolutely, darling girl.”

* * *

“You shouldn’t have assured Tallulah about the coordinator position,” Charlotte mutters, not bothering to glance up from her laptop.

“How nice of you to make yourself comfortable in my office.” I roll my eyes, sliding off my lab coat and settling behind the desk. “How long do you plan on camping out here?”

Those dark green eyes meet mine, but I see uncertainty behind her steely expression. “Should I go to the cafeteria? Is this too much impedance on your turf? Am I upsetting your beloved Tallulah again?”

“She’s not thrilled with the situation, but she’s trying to make the best of it. She’s been a hell of a lot more accommodating than I would have been in her situation.”

“Goes to show which of you is more dedicated in the relationship, or whatever it is that you two are doing.”

I crack my knuckles, a habit born of heightened aggravation, and one Charlotte knows well. “No, I’m just far more jealous. Another man comes into Tally’s personal space, and I’m all over it.”

“When did you become so possessive?”

“The moment I met Tally. It increased a thousand-fold when I learned that she is carrying my child.”

“She certainlylookspregnant.”

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