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“He’s a hell of a guy.”

“So are tons of men out there, but I don’t want to date them, either. I don’t even know what he looks like.”

A beep sounds on my phone not ten seconds later. The bitch was ready and waiting for that retort. Okay, he’s good-looking. Very good looking, actually.

Now I have to figure out another excuse. “I don’t think I’m ready.”

“You might not be, but you still need to give it a shot.”

Oh, luv, I tried that the other night, and it was a bomb of a performance. “We might have nothing in common.”

“You both like the same music, yoga, and James Dean.”

“This is not enough to go on, Suzanne.”

“Please. Just one dinner.”

Releasing a huff, I pull myself upright. “He’s bugging you, isn’t he? So, to get him off your ass, I’m now relegated to going to dinner with him. Is that it?”

“I’ll owe you forever.” Now we’ve reached the bargaining part of tonight’s show, folks.

“You and your husband already have a tab as long as my arm.”

“What else are you doing Friday night, Calli?”

The sad truth? Nothing. Not one damn thing. “Fine. Have him meet me at the bistro at seven.”

Chapter

Five

KEEGAN

Three o’clock will never get here. I’ve been watching the clock all damn day, and I swear it’s moving backward at this point.

At three, Calli has an appointment. I was positive she’d cancel, but unless she’s pulling a no-show, she’s still on the schedule.

I’m not sure how I’ll keep my wits about me. Especially since that woman has been the only thing I can think about since the dinner a few nights earlier. Hell, since the first day I met her.

And that kiss. The feel of her body pressing against mine, my hands running along her sides. Under her skirt. Grazing along the soft flesh between her thighs.

So tight. So wet. So willing.

“Agh,” I groan, burying my head in my hands.

“Dr. Russo, your three o’clock is here.” Alice narrows her gaze as she pokes her head in the door, but I wave off her concern.

Not now, Alice. Maybe not ever.

“Just give me a few moments.”

I take a few controlled breaths, willing myself calm. Calmer, at least.

What a fucking mess. Let’s rehashallthe ways this is a terrible conundrum. First, Calli is a patient. Beyond that, she’s a widow, desperate to have her dead husband’s child. And she wants me to do it.

The truth is, Callista will make an excellent mother. Of all the women who have walked through my door, I know without a doubt she will excel in that department. She deserves this chance, and I’m the man to make it happen.

No matter how much I hate it.

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