Page 35 of Forgot to Tell You Something

“She’s crazy about you.”

“I’m surprised you wanted me to meet her. We’ve only known each other for a couple of weeks.”

“When you know, you know.” And just like that, I say it.

I stand there as the words hover between the two of us. I pray Tally doesn’t run screaming from the apartment. Granted, it is her place. She’ll likely chase me out with a paring knife and a rolling pin.

Lucky for me, she does neither. Tally pushes me back on the bed, her luscious curves straddling my waist. Her dark eyes hold my gaze, daring me to look away. “Why won’t you tell me anything about your work? Is it illegal? Are you an assassin?”

I know she’s joking, but I see the hesitancy lining her face. At this point, she doesn’t know what to think.

I stroke my hands along her legs. The woman has the smoothest damn skin. “No, it’s definitely not illegal.”

“You are a doctor, aren’t you, Owen?”

I want to tell her. The searching look on her face is killing me. “If I was a doctor, you wouldn’t be here. Remember?”

“Two weeks ago, that would be true. But the way I feel is making it harder and harder to stand by that statement.”

What is wrong with me? She’s given me an in, I just have to tell her...followed up with the fact that I’ll be heading up her unit tomorrow.

Therein lies the issue. If I was working in a hospital across town, I could tell her. If she worked labor and delivery and I worked in the cath lab, I could spill the beans.

I’m not only in the one field she claims toneverdate, but I’ll also be her boss...in a loose manner of speaking.

Can it get any more complicated?

Instead of coming clean, I play ostrich. I’m not even a chickenshit anymore. I’m an ostrich shit. And I hate myself for it.

“I’ll show you something hard,” I murmur against her lips, sliding my tongue along the roof of her mouth, teasing her. Her mouth—like the rest of her body—fits mine perfectly. It’s as if she was created with me in mind.

I break the kiss, running my finger along her lower lip, my gaze locked with hers. “I’m in love with you, Tally. You know that, don’t you, Darlin?”

I want to freeze the smile that lights up her face. “You are?”

“Without a doubt.”

She nuzzles my nose, that husky chuckle firing up my insides. “That’s good, because I’m in love with you, too.”

* * *

We lay curled together, but my hands can’t keep still. It’s Tally, for God’s sake. This woman’s body was created for my pleasure. I don’t want anything to break this moment.

Can’t we stay here forever and forget reality?

My fingers play along her side and lower back. One of her larger pieces decorates the area, but I know scar tissue when I feel it. Tracing the line, I can only surmise it was from a car accident or from the piece of shit that turned her against doctors. “What happened here?”

“Accident,” Tally stumbles out a bit too quickly.

Okay, she’s not telling the whole truth.

“Car accident or some other type of accident?”

“An ‘I don’t want to talk about it right now’ type accident.”

I press a kiss to her shoulder, squeezing her tighter. “You’ll tell me one day?”

“One day,” she murmurs, stretching as a tiny moan escapes her lips. I love that I wear her out, although she gives me a run for my money, too. “I need to sleep tonight. It’s a big day tomorrow. The new interventionist arrives.”

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