Page 172 of Chasing Sparks

“My choices are the hospital or home with Ash?”

“Yes. We need to get you back to one hundred percent. What’s it going to be?”

Groaning, I scrub my face with my hands. “I’ll go home with Ash.”

“Smart move. The hospital food is terrible. Trust me, I know.” Dr. Fulton smiles as he jots something down in my chart. “Follow up with your OB-GYN in the next week and be sure to eat and hydrate regularly. No heavy lifting, minimal stress, and plenty of rest. Have a good night, you two. Congratulations.”

As Dr. Fulton steps out, I glance at Ash, who is sitting back in his chair with a self-satisfied smirk, arms crossed like he just won a prize.

“Don’t look so smug,” I mutter.

“I’ll be right back.” Ash dashes out the door as his phone rings, leaving me to contemplate my next move.

Since there are no egress windows and I left my cloak of invisibility at my apartment, it looks like I’m headed home with Ash … and Lucille.

Even Hollywood couldn’t invent this level of soap opera drama.

I pull on my clothes and finger-comb my hair into a loose bun. Elegant, I am not, but I’m too tired to bother with my looks.

Ash pops back into the room, a satisfied smile on his handsome face. “Hey, beautiful. Let’s go home.”

“You’re letting me go home? Thank you.”

He wraps his arms around me, dropping a kiss on my mouth. “Correction.Myhome.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Actually, Ihateit.

“Well, I think it’s fabulous, and I’m the one with the vehicle here. Plus, there’s a ton of food at the party. I’ll even let you beat me at darts.”

“I thought I was supposed to stay in bed.” I duck under his arms and make a beeline for the exam table, giving me a few feet of breathing room.

“We can find plenty to do there, too.”

“Nice try.”

Although, some sexy time with my sexy man might be just what the doctor ordered. Just not in the same house as Lucille.

Talk about throwing cold water over a hot fire.

“It might not be safe to do what you want to do, Ash.”

“It is. I checked with the doctor.”

I blink, heat creeping up my neck. “You asked Dr. Fulton if we could have sex?”

Ash shrugs, his smirk turning wicked as he steps toward me. “Damn straight. You’re gorgeous, and I’m horny as hell. Plus, I think you like me, too.”

I roll my eyes, but I can’t stop the grin tugging at my lips. “Your tongue has its merits.”

“What about the rest of me?”

I meet his gaze, feeling the familiar tension that always simmers around Ash flare to life. “Not too shabby.”

“I’ll show you ‘not too shabby’ as soon as we get home.”

“Oh no,” I cut in, narrowing my eyes as I lean back against the exam table. “We arenothaving sex. That’s how we got into this mess.”

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