Page 27 of Both Sides Now

And I’ll probably never see the handsome doctor again, which should make me feel better.

It doesn’t.

The door to the patio swings open, and I hear a huff of frustration. “There you are.”

Twirling around, I watch Keegan stride toward me, the aggravation evident on his face. “Were you looking for me?”

“I was.”

I glance toward the door, certain Megan will make an appearance at any moment. “Are you okay?”

“Nowhere near.”

After shooting another glance at the exit, I focus on Keegan, his gaze intent on the heater.

Time to lighten the mood. That, and I’m a few glasses in at this point.

“What the hell did I miss in the last five minutes? Did Megan suffer a wardrobe malfunction in front of the esteemed guests?”

Keegan shakes his head at my words. Seemsallmy jokes are missing the mark tonight.

“I’m sorry. Just trying to break the tension, but if you need to talk, I’ll gladly listen.” I rest my hand on his forearm, desperate to coax a smile from the frown Keegan is currently sporting.

But his stare remains locked on the orange flame of the heater as he rubs his hands together.

“I was fine. Life made sense. Now,nothingmakes sense.” His tone is harried, erratic, the words spitting from his mouth with the force of bullets.

Holy hell, I pray Keegan isn’t on the verge of a nervous breakdown, because I am in no way qualified to handle this situation.

Just look atmylife.

Truthfully, I feel only a few steps removed from one most days myself. “Are you and Megan having trouble?”

“My trouble is that I have Megan.” He winces at his words. “That sounds terrible, doesn’t it? Maybe I am a player, just like you said.”

“She’s beautiful, if that’s any consolation.”

“So you’ve said. A few times.”

I stumble over my thoughts, unsure of how to respond. I know, as a girl’s girl, that I should provide a list of Megan’s attributes, coaxing Keegan off his emotional ledge and back into her arms.

That’s what Ishoulddo. What Iwantto do is provide a plethora of reasons why they’re a terrible match. All the ways they don’t fit together.

And it’s not just because Megan was less than enamored with me. No doubt I’d be the same way if Keegan was mine.

Plus, Megan isn’t wrong. Despite every effort, I feel something for Keegan Russo. And those feelings are overruling any common sense I still possess. That and the few glasses of wine I’ve consumed.

I just didn’t realize my affections were that obvious, and if Megan picked up on them, no doubt Dr. Russo has, as well.

Since there is no way I plan on divulging my crush, I take a sip of wine and bring humor to the table one last time. “I don’t know the woman, Keegan, so I can’t offer a better observation beyond her looks. Tremendous tits, though.”

That did it.

A laugh bubbles up from Keegan’s chest, his hand running over his glorious beard. “They’re ridiculous. She had them redone—not done—redonelast year. They’re obscene. Puts Dolly Parton to shame.”

“Men don’t seem to mind.” I drop my gaze to my breasts. Hell, I always thought they were pretty damn nice. Perky and more than a handful. Now, compared to hisfriend, they’re little more than bee stings.

“I prefer natural. Not that Megan actually cares what I think. Her body, her rules. Those were her exact words before her most recent stint with the plastic surgeon. Hence her duck lips.”

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