Page 34 of Hers to Hold
Two weeks? He could do two weeks.Easy.A cakewalk after multiple tours to Afghanistan. “Sure, Doc.”
“When are you seeing her again?”
“Tonight.”
Dr. Rafferty arched a brow. “Okay. This also means avoiding the bakery on days she works.”
“I don’t know her schedule because I’m not dependent on her.” He cracked a grin.
“Noted. You’ll tell her tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Two weeks from tonight and we’ll revisit your association with this woman.”
This woman.As though she was an inconvenience. The exact opposite.
Wes left his doctor’s office, his stomach tense with guilt. No way he was going to give up Kady for two weeks, even if he could. His heart wasn’t in it.
I’m doing the right thing.For himself. Why else would he and Kady respond so quickly to one another? They were connected. He felt it in their first kiss.
And he wanted to go on kissing her. If that turned into a crutch, it was by far the least destructive dependency he could think of.
Chapter 15
She’d never felt more nervous.
Not when she was taking her final exams for her masters, nor when she had her first interview to be a reporter at a local news station in Baltimore.
She wished she hadn’t jogged up the short flight of stairs to Wes’s condo because now she was overheating. Her wrists hurt as she fanned herself with her hands, the warm summer air doing absolutely nothing to calm her nerves or cool her skin.
What is wrong with me? This is just dinner. It’s not…
What was it?
She wasn’t this aflutter at the picnic.Because that was casual. Dinner is…serious.And his daughter was spending the night with Kat and Drew meaning…
She licked her lips and then groaned. Now she had to reapply her lipstick.
It’s too early for…that. And why am I thinking that we’re dating?
Because they were. Despite her original motive, her heart had leapt over that clear emotional boundary and into the field of secret romantic dreams. If she thought she could do this without feelings, she was sorely mistaken.
And dinner alone was definitely a date.
She furiously rubbed her sweaty palms against her coral-colored jeans and then balled her hands into fists. She stared at her thighs and sighed with relief. Barely a stain. Kady squared her shoulders as the door opened.
“Kady…”
She blamed the frantic thumping of her heart on the deep rumble of his voice. It always had a way of hitting the innermost trenches of her ventricles and nesting there like it was meant to speak to her aching, lonely muscle always.
How had she gone through life without really connecting with anyone beyond coworkers soon forgotten? No true best friend. No more family after her mother died.
Until now. She had three sisters and a new niece or nephew on the way. She didn’t have to remain isolated; self-imposed marooning because she was abandoned. Work wasn’t everything.
“Wesley.”
“Come in.” He moved to the side allowing her to pass.
