Page 24 of Fever: Love In Scrubs
“I’m not about to jump on your back, Jaxson. You must be crazy. You can’t carry me. Again, I’m not a small?—”
“I bench three fifty, love. I’m sure I can carry you.” I tapped my back. “Come on.”
She hesitated for a long time before nodding. I stooped a little lower so she could wrap her arms around my neck. In one swift motion, I locked my arms around her thighs and lifted her into my back.
“Put me down!” she squealed.
“Calm your nerves, woman. I got you.”
I adjusted her to a comfortable position and started walking toward the docks. She held on to me for dear life.
“If anything, you’re gonna choke me to death. Loosen your grip.”
She did as I said, and I could breathe a little easier. Effortlessly, I carried her to the docks where I paid the vendor for the boat ride. Once Wynter was settled in, I climbed in myself and pedalled away. The park was minimally occupied. There were a few people walking their dogs or running around. Two other boats were on the lake as well.
“This is nice,” Wynter commented. “When did they start doing this?”
“A few years ago.”
“You know, we could have picked an activity where I could be useful.”
“You just sit there and look pretty. You don’t need to be useful.”
“Something tells me that you are a smooth talker, Dr. Pierre. You talk these women around here out of their panties on the regular, don’t you?”
I chuckled. “I’m offended. I look like a dog to you?”
“Looks can be deceiving.”
“Right, because you look innocent, but I get the feeling you aren’t. Tell me, when’s the last time you did something that would make me look at you sideways.”
She bit her lip, contemplating her answer.
“You’re taking too long,” I said.
“I’m not out here being a menace to society, sir.”
“And I’m not out here dropping my pants to every woman with a vagina.”
She playfully shoved me. I decided to mess with her and shifted my weight to the side, causing the boat to tip a little and her to scream and grab ahold of me.
“You should have seen your face,” I said, laughing.
She tried not to laugh herself as she smacked my arm. “That is not funny! You’re childish as hell for that.”
I raised my hands in surrender. “I apologize. I like to play around sometimes.”
“Just don’t kill me in the process.”
“I got you.”
I pedalled the boat around a little longer before coming to a quiet spot on the lake. Wynter relaxed into her seat as she looked around.
“This is so peaceful,” she commented.
“It is. I bring my daughter out here for picnics every now and then. At least, I did until she started thinking picnics with daddy were lame. Now she just wants to spend my money. That’s the only time she doesn’t complain about spending time with me. I guess I have to take what I can get.”
“Did you like spending time with your parents at her age?”
