Val laughs. “Help yourself, Dr. Vaughn.”
Everyone splits up into little groups. Noah and I huddle in the corner, eating cake, and talking about what’s going on in the hospital. The nurses who work most together, such as Ally and Val and a few others, sit at the round table in the center of the room. A few orderlies are grouped together as well, everyone carrying on conversations. With everyone occupied by what’s going on, Ally and I have more than enough time to glance longingly at one another. When I look up and catch her staring, I see her cheeks flush and she bites her lower lip before diverting her eyes. That innocent look makes my cock twitch with need.
Slowly but surely, everyone leaves but Noah, Ally, and me. When the last nurse walks away from Ally, Noah glances toward the door, knowing that if he leaves, she and I will be completely alone.
“I should go. It’s getting late.” He pats my arm before walking toward the door. “You two enjoy the rest of your evening.”
Ally watches him walk out before she glances at me. “It is getting pretty late. I guess I should take off, too.”
I nod. “Yeah, me too.” I look at my watch, noticing that it’s going on eight p.m. “It’s already dark out. I hate to think of you walking through the city alone. You want a ride?”
Her brows lift in surprise, and she nods. “Yeah, sure.”
“I’m going to stop by my office and hang up my coat. Meet me at the parking garage in ten?”
She nods and smiles.
Ten minutes later, we are in my car as I steer through the garage for the bay doors. The smell of her perfume fills the small space, and I breathe it in deeply. It’s been one hell of a week, and more than anything, I’ve missed her. “It’s been a long week.”
She nods. “Yes, it has.”
“We haven’t had much time to talk or figure anything out.” I look at her. “I didn’t want to ask you inside, but… do you want to come back to my place? We can open a bottle of wine, light a fire, and talk?”
“I’d like that,” she agrees, fighting a smile.
As I drive out of the city, I can’t help but glance over at her, noticing the way she pinches the fabric of her black leggings. When she has a grip on the fabric, she rolls it between them.
“Are you nervous?” I ask, glancing down at her hand.
She quickly releases the fabric. “Maybe a little.”
“Why?”
She shrugs. “I don’t know. I don’t know what this is about. This talk has been coming all week, and now I know it’s finally coming.”
“You have nothing to be nervous about,” I assure her.
“So, you mean you’re not going to take me back to your place and explain all the reasons why we shouldn’t be together?”
I chuckle and rub my jaw. “No. I should, but I’m not.”
I see her chest fall when she lets go of a long breath. “Good, because I’m not stupid, you know? You don’t have to tell methings I already know. Hearing them come from you isn’t any different than thinking them myself.”
I smile over at her as I turn into my driveway. “So, you don’t listen to yourself any better than you listen to me? Good to know,” I tease.
She giggles. “You know what I mean. There’s a difference in knowing and doing. I believe that’s probably where that saying comes from: ‘Do as I say, not as I do.’”
“Maybe.” I nod. “I always hated that saying. It’s like saying, ‘It’s too late for me.’”
“It’s never too late,” she says.
I put the car in park inside the garage and look over at her. “At least, that’s what I’m trying to believe.” I kill the engine and open my door. I plan to move around the car to open hers, but she climbs out before I can. I show her inside, stopping in the kitchen for a bottle of wine and two glasses. I open the bottle and show her out to the back patio. With the flip of a switch, I light the fireplace and turn on the outdoor heaters. We settle down on the outdoor sofa.
“It’s nice out here.”
I glance around the space, taking in the covered pool, the hot tub in the corner, the built-in grill, and the sitting area. “I think this space is what made my wife want the house.”
Her brow lifts as she looks over at me. “Tell me about her.”