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My cock stood up and took notice. Like it had all evening every time she laughed and her tits jiggled. Or when I’d catch the scent of her shampoo. Or when she chewed on her bottom lip when she was concentrating during a game. Or when she moaned after her first bite of the cheesecake Brian brought.

Not gonna happen, buddy, I chastised for the millionth time that night.

Although Alan’s speech earlier, along with what I interpreted as Brian’s approval the other day, gave me something to think about.

Chapter Forty-Seven

Lainey

Oh, my aching head.

I was awake at six the next morning and gingerly sat up to get out of bed and go looking for pain reliever when I noticed the bottle of water on the nightstand with three orange pills next to it.

I didn’t remember planning ahead last night and deduced Adam must have left them there.

“That was nice of him,” I murmured out loud as I unscrewed the cap on the water bottle and tossed the ibuprofen in my mouth.

I needed to get up and use the bathroom, then give Conor a bottle and quietly head to my apartment.

I threw the covers off and realized,Ugh, I’m still in my clothes from last night.

I was finally going to do a walk of shame, and I didn’t even have anything to be ashamed about, other than maybe having too much blueberry wine.

How disappointing.

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“You’re looking a little rough,” Marie commented when she walked into the bakery’s kitchen later that morning.

“Two words: blueberry wine.”

“Ohhhh, I’ve heard that stuff is lethal.”

“Lethal and delicious.”

“The worst combination!” she replied with a laugh as she put an apron over her head and tied it in the back. “Have you had a chance to shower this morning?”

“No, I ended up sleeping at Adam’s—in his guest roomand didn’t get home in time.”

“I think I can handle things for thirty minutes. Go wash your hair. You’ll feel a thousand percent better.”

I was glad I took her advice when Dr. Weaver walked through the door at eight thirty in his scrubs.

I greeted him with a cheerful smile.

“Hi there! Going home or going to work?”

He scrubbed his hand down his beard, and I noticed the dark circles under his eyes.

“Going home.”

“So, decaf then.”

“And a cheese Danish,” he quickly added.

“Of course.”

He was handsome—in a rugged,I go mountain climbing on my days offkind of way. And since he was a doctor, I assumed he was smart.

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