Page 18 of It Just Feels Right

I nod. “Yeah, she wants me to move out. She thinks I’m sponging off her and your dad.”

He pushes a piece of hair off my face. “Anyone that knows you knows that’s not true.”

I look at Baker in awe. It amazes me that he seems to know me better than my own mother. “Does it bother you to talk about your mom?”

He leans in, and I can feel the heat from his body envelop me. “No. What do you want to know?”

“What were your mom and dad like together?”

He reaches up and rubs the scruff on his chin. “They loved each other.”

At my blank stare, he continues. “I mean, they argued but never over anything big. They were completely devoted to each other. They were best friends, but they were more. I never questioned if they loved each other. They did. But they loved me too. I’ve always known that no matter what, they would have my back.”

I nod and try not to let the jealousy settle in. I would give anything to have parents like that. Or to just have someone on my side like he’s saying. My sister is probably the closest thing I have to that.

“What about you? I mean, I know your mom. What about your dad?”

I laugh. “Well, he’s nothing like yours. He was a drunk. He left when I was twelve, but he made sure to stay in town until I was fifteen. I mean, I never sawhim or anything, but he kept the townspeople up in arms with all his drunk shenanigans, so that was fun. But yeah, I haven’t seen him since he left.”

“I’m sorry, Cass. He’s the one missing out.”

I nod. “Yeah, I know. It’s fine. Trust me, I’ve had a long time to get over it.”

There’s a brief silence, and I hate it. I’m feeling all the feels as I think about my dad and all that, so I plead with him, “Can we change the subject? Let’s talk about something else.”

He nods and doesn’t even have to think about it. “Let’s talk about Roger.”

I scrunch my nose up and shake my head. “Do we have to?”

His hand goes to my shoulder. I’ve never met a man like him before, but he’s definitely touchy-feely. It seems that he just wants to have his hands on me at all times. His fingers trail across my collarbone. “He’s seen you. I mean, seen you seen you.”

I roll my eyes. “He is my doctor.”

He nods. “Yeah, and he wants to date you.”

I laugh and snort at the same time. I cover my face up, embarrassed, as he laughs with me. “I love that… Ilove when you laugh and don’t hold anything back.”

I roll my eyes. “You mean snort.”

He pulls my hand from my face. “I love it. Don’t cover your face from me.”

I nod in agreement. “Yeah, he’s seen my hoo-haa, and he wants to date me. That’s weird, right?”

He shrugs. “I don’t like it.”

I open my mouth, but he interrupts me. “Hear me out. I don’t like the idea of any man seeing you.” He holds his hand up when I start to talk. “But I know… he’s your doctor. But it’s different knowing he’s attracted to you.”

I nod. “I agree.”

He searches my face. “So I think that if you want to keep the doctor, I’ll go with you to your next appointment.”

I bark out a laugh. “You want to go to my gynecologist appointment with me?”

“If you’re going to him, yes, I do.”

I can’t help but laugh, but he doesn’t join in. He’s serious. I should probably hate that he’s soprotective of me, but it actually gives me a warm gooey feeling inside. “Well, we have almost a year before my next appointment, so we’ve got time to figure it out.”

He seems satisfied with that answer by the way he leans back against the couch. I scoot back and pull my hand from his. “We should probably talk, Baker.”

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