Page 50 of Remembering You
Vaguely, Marty heard noises around them. Music that pierced through the foggy haze of their kiss.
“That kiss was so good, I hear music,” Marty whispered, her lips still brushing his as she spoke.
“Hm?” Chris murmured, peppering kisses across her jaw.
“Music,” Marty repeated, then blinked her eyes open. Actually, the music was kind of loud. Coming from Chris’s pocket…
“Oh!” Chris jumped from within the booth. “Oh, crap. It’s my on-call cell phone.” He yanked it out of his pocket and answered. “Dr. Foster,” he answered, breathless and with a quick, apologetic glance at Marty.
She knew the lifestyle of surgeon. If they were going to continue seeing each other, as she hoped they would, this was something she needed to get used to.
His eyes went wide as he stared at Marty. “We’ll be right there.” He hung up the phone and jumped to his feet, grabbing Marty’s coat and holding it out for her.
“What’s going on?” she asked as she slid her arms into the sleeves of her coat.
Chris threw a couple of twenties onto the table and grabbed a slice of pizza for the road. “We’ve got to get back to the hospital now. That daughter of yoursreallydoesn’t want to be on bedrest for the next couple weeks.” He grinned. “Either that or she’s on a mission to make sure we don’t finish any of our dates. Those twins are coming right now.”
