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“Are you saying…”

“Kiss me, Dawson,” she whispered. “Please.”

She looked beautiful in the moonlight, so it wouldn’t be a hardship by any means. Still, I hesitated. I didn’t think of her like that, and I was dating someone else. “Bailey, I…”

Before I could finish the sentence, she was climbing over to my side of the car. She hiked up her dress and straddled my legs, then pushed her breasts against my chest. My body reacted, even if I was still frozen, and I started to grow hard.

She leaned to my ear, hot breath mixing with a strained and sexy voice. “Kiss me, Dawson.”

Inside I was battling a war. My body was filled with desire and need, but my head wasn’t sure. Though when she slipped her hand between us and wrapped her fingers around my bulging dick, I broke.

“Fuck.” My lips crashed down on hers. Things escalated to a frenzy pretty quickly after that. Pants came down, panties got tossed, and we couldn’t get enough of each other. After, we were both still panting when a horrible feeling started to creep in. At the time, I thought it was because Bailey was my best friend and we’d just done something we couldn’t take back. But it turned out to be so much worse than that…

Chapter 33

DAWSON

Naomi: Hey. Do you think you’ll be back in the office between appointments today? Mr. Hargrove said he received some documents you asked him to get. He wants to drop them off when you’re in so he can speak with you in person. He said it won’t take more than a few minutes.

The nurse hooking me up to a bunch of monitors smiled as I stared down at my phone.

“Are we going to have to pry that thing out of your hands when we wheel you into the procedure room?”

“Sorry. Just trying to take care of a few last-minute work things.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m an attorney.”

She wrinkled her nose.

I raised an eyebrow, and she laughed.

“Sorry. I’ve learned to control my mouth over the years, but my face? Not so much. My ex-husband was an attorney.”

“No problem.” I smiled and looked back down at the text from Naomi. Lying to her didn’t sit right, even when I had a damn good reason. But it wasn’t like I had a choice today.

Dawson: Probably not. I’m running late already. Would you mind seeing if he can stop in tomorrow instead?

Naomi: Sure thing. Have a good day.

The nurse finished hooking me to a bunch of EKG leads and picked her iPad back up. “I just have a few questions to go over with you.”

“Okay.”

She reviewed the answers I’d already given when they’d checked me in this morning—the last time I ate or drank, what medications I was on—and then she asked if I had any questions or concerns about the procedure and the risks that the doctor had explained a little while ago.

“Nope, no questions.”

“Did admissions tell you about our anonymous-update program when you were checked in earlier?”

“No, what’s that?”

“If your recipient agrees, we can provide you with updates on their health status during the first year after the transplant. It’s something we do so our donors can see the difference they’ve made in someone’s life. Would you like to sign up to receive updates?”

“Don’t need to. I know the recipient.”

The nurse lifted her iPad closer. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought I read this was an anonymous-donation case and not a directed one.”

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