Page 35 of Grumpy Sunshine

Though, I had to admit, I didn’t necessarily need a bra for support.

What I needed the bra for was to conceal my pointy nipples that never seemed to go soft.

Yet, I hadn’t put one on, and I wouldn’t question myself why.

Oh, who was I kidding?

Chevy Clayborne, sexiest doctor at Dallas Medical, biker extraordinaire, was my end goal.

If I could pick one man in the universe to be mine, it would be him.

Granted, everyone and their brother knew that he was way out of my league, but you couldn’t blame a girl for trying, right?

He turned without a word and took me in, showing no outward signs of emotion.

“What’s going on?”I asked.“Why are you here?”

“I already told you why I was here.”He jerked his chin toward the living room.“I don’t want to sit on your bed with dirty hospital clothes.Let’s go out there.”

I went out to the living room, bypassing the couch to go to the kitchen.

He took a seat at the tiny postage-stamp-sized kitchenette while I went to the fridge and opened it.

I had one beer, ketchup, mustard, and a water bottle.

I took both drinks out and offered him a choice.

He jerked his chin at the beer and said, “But only if you don’t want it.”

I gave him the beer and said, “I don’t drink alcohol.It’s only here because Silver likes it.”

He twisted the top off, and I marveled at the way his muscles, veins, and tendons moved.

“I think that wasn’t a twist-off,” I supplied.

“It was.”He flashed me a small grin, and I felt like the whole entire world had just shifted on its axis.

Chevy Clayborne had just smiled.

At me.

Birds were chirping, and suddenly the moon was brighter.

What.The.Fuck?

I’d never seen him smile, not once.

And if he had somehow performed that miracle, he hadn’t aimed it at me.

Holy wow.

My heart was pounding now, and I shakily twisted the cap off the water and took a hasty sip.

“About why I’m here,” he said.“Where do you want to donate the money?”

I whirled around, then nearly smacked myself on the forehead when I realized that in doing so, my shirt had puffed out and my ass was exposed.

Acting like I didn’t know what I’d done, I went to the counter and searched through multiple late notices—who needs cable TV anyway?—until I found the name of the charity that I’d written down last month.

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