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Mr. Whitney says nothing to that, and I only hope he didn’t pick up on what was being insinuated. Trying not to panic, I say goodbye and usher Reece out of the room.

“What the hell was that?” I hiss.

“What? I was being nice. I thought you’d be happy.”

“You can’t make that kind of comment in front of patients!”

He grins at me, and I take a deep breath. I will not weaken. “Mr. Whitney is basically senile. He’s not going to know, and if he does, he’s not going to care.”

“I care,” I huff. “It’s good to know you do too, though.”

Reece’s face falls as he realizes he doesn’t have an argument for that. He sticks his tongue out at me and says, “I know you like me really.”

“I know you like being here really,” I shoot back. “You’re starting to belong around here, kiddo.”

He folds his arms and storms off ahead of me, then pauses smack bang in the middle of the corridor to wheel back around to face me. I catch up and raise a quizzical eyebrow. He sighs and says, “Where are we going now?”

With a giggle, I shake my head. “I have some admin stuff to do.”

“Back to the office?” A sly smile spreads across his face.

I shouldn’t because I know exactly what’s going through his head, but I give him my own cheeky grin. “Back to the office.”

He glances around to make sure nobody is around, then leans in to whisper in my ear, “After you, then.”

It sends a shiver down my spine. As soon as the office door shuts behind us, his lips are on mine, and I don’t resist at all.

CHAPTER 19

REECE

I’m in the coffee shop when I get a text from Mikey. It’s smug and conceited and stinks of a guy who likes to be right at all times. Someone who needs to be the best or else he will shrivel up and die. It’s classic Mikey.

He’s taunting me about life in a small town and how much I must be enjoying it — not. The sarcasm drips out of the phone and the smug grin is palpable, but he doesn’t know anything. He doesn’t know how much I’m enjoying it here.

In fairness, it is pretty unbelievable. I’m a city boy. I’m meant to hate this place.

“Here you are, Dr. Westbrook,” says the waitress as she brings over my coffee.

“Thank you, Macy,” I say with a grin. I flash her the old Dr. Westbrook flirty eyes, and she bites her lip and giggles nervously. She touches me gently on the shoulder, then drifts back off into the cafe. Good to know I’ve still got the touch, even if I’m taken in this town.

There’s only one girl round here for me. This level of monogamy I’m feeling is actually a little alarming.

I don’t think I’ve ever known a waitress’s name before in a cafe. They’ve definitely never known mine. In fact, most shops like this spell my name wrong when they write it on the drinks. Occasionally servers have recognized me, but Macy actually knows me a little. She came in for a blood draw a few weeks ago, and she was utterly charming.

And every time I’ve come in here since, we’ve chatted. And you know what? It actually feels good. It’s nice to feel known, or at least appreciated. I get why Sienna gets off on this.

I watch Macy go, then turn back to my phone. She has a nice ass, but my heart isn’t into the flirting because it’s still too busy thinking about Sienna. She’s all I’ve been able to think about all week.

It doesn’t help that we share an office and see each other so much at work. Even when I hated her, she still consumed my thoughts because she was the only person I ever spoke to.

Now, she’s come home with me almost every night this week, and we’ve made love with all the passion of teenagers.

I couldn’t hate her even if I tried.

I let myself imagine her face for a second, that gorgeous scrumple between her eyebrows when she’s about to come, the way her mouth drops open as climax approaches, the way her hips buck and rise.

And then I bring myself back to reality.

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