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“Would you like another house call in the morning?”

“No.” Her eyelids drooped. “Maybe…”

“I’ll stop by on my way to work, but if you’re sleeping I’ll text you instead. Be sure to reply when you wake up. Deal?”

“Deal.” Her cheeks dimpled as she smiled. “Thank you again. I mean it.”

“You’re welcome. Get some sleep.” I shrugged on my jacket and showed myself out, locking the door behind me as promised.

Chapter 4

Zoelle

I strutted outside, confidently bustling to Aaron’s house with my famous red velvet brownies—a small token of appreciation for him taking care of me—and paused on the stoop. I’d spent forty-five minutes standing in my bathroom, twisting my hair around my head in an elaborate bun before settling on a regular ponytail. My outfit had been easier to select—my favorite flared jeans and a plum-colored sweater topped with a cute denim jacket—but nerves prickled through me.

I’d thought about the night he came over many times while I was convalescing, since I had nothing else to do but lounge around in bed while I got better. Could he have just been flirting with me again and not serious about the relationship stuff? He sure sounded like he’d wanted more—and the amazing orgasm he’d gifted me had been playing over and over in my head like a movie. I worried my bottom lip with my teeth, gathering my courage, but still I hesitated. Aaron showed interest in moving things to the next level, as well as all of the things he mentioned at the clinic—and my house. And wewerefriends. I had no reason to be afraid, unless it was more about actually getting into a relationship than never taking that chance. Those were my insecurities though. He’d given me no real reason to second guess him.

The door swung open, and Aaron almost ran into me. He wore casual clothes, and a tiny twinge of disappointment ran through me at the sight. I had been hoping to catch him in scrubs again, but Aaron looked good in whatever clothing he picked. Throwing a hand out to stop his momentum, he accidently brushed my chest. I wanted him to touch me again.

“Hey, Zoelle. Are you all right?”

“Hi. Yeah.” I thrust the plate of brownies into his face. “I baked these for you.”

“A whole batch for me?” He cocked a grin and accepted them. “You’re so sweet but I didn’t do anything special.”

“You took care of me. I appreciate it.”

“No problem. I’m taking an exciting trip to the mailbox. Want to come?”

“I do, but that might attract some attention.”

“You have such a dirty mind.”

“Are you going to clean it up?”

“Poking at me already?” We headed down the driveway; it was a short trip to the end, and he collected his mail with one hand, setting it on top of the baked goods. “Not sure you’re going to get the right response, sweetheart.”

“But Iwillget one.”

“I’ll bite, Zoelle. What do you need right now?”

“Oh, nothing.” I dragged the toe of my shoe along the gravel. “I’ve just had a lot of time to think this past weekend and you’ve been on my mind.”

“You’ve been on my mind as well. Do you want to talk for a bit?”

His question pointed to a conversation rather than how I’d played out our interactions in my head while getting ready in my bathroom. I wanted him to taste the delectable brownies I’d baked for him, feeding me bites in between hungry kisses, until he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to his bedroom where he’d fuck me senseless. I waved a hand in front of my face, overheating more mentally than physically.

“Yeah, that sounds great.” Returning to the front porch, I followed him inside. He set the brownies on the kitchen table and leaned against it as he flipped through his mail.

“Did you make an appointment with Dr. Baldwin?”

“No, I really wanted the information, but I won’t ever call her.” I fidgeted with the hem of my sweater. “I can’t bring myself to actually go to the appointment, so I’d have to pay cancellation fees.”

“I could go with you, then you don’t have to be afraid.”

“I’m a grownup.” I shrugged. “It’s not mandatory for me to get a physical.”

“It’s important because yearly physicals and routine tests will show how your body is functioning.” He rubbed the scruff on his chin. “Call Dr. Baldwin this afternoon when you get back to your house. Make an appointment for any time on Tuesday, or a Friday or Saturday morning. I’ll bring you there.”

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