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“You’re right.”
She waited to see if he would follow up on her question, but Razor simply concentrated on the drive. His hand remained wrapped around her thigh, comforting her. Finally, she had to ask.
“Do you feel sorry for me?” Honey stared into the traffic ahead of them, not wishing to see pity on his face.
“The only thing I regret is that we didn’t meet sooner.”
“So you could be my doctor?” She shifted to see his reaction.
“Definitely not. That would be a conflict of interest. Do you not trust your physician?” He asked, glancing at her with a curious expression.
“Yes. More than that, I like her. She’s very compassionate and always tries to help.”
“Then, I like her too.”
Again, Honey hesitated, waiting to hear if he’d continue with more questions. Razor didn’t. He focused on the road. The silence could have felt stiff and uncomfortable, but it didn’t. Razor relaxed completely in the driver’s seat as he navigated through the rushing cars.
“What do you like to do?” he asked after making a right-hand turn.
“I love to read, watch movies, and devour popcorn,” she confessed.
“There’s a new animated movie at the theatre near your house. Would you be interested in going with me tomorrow?”
“Are you asking me out?”
“Yes. You sound surprised. I’m looking forward to spending more time with you.”
“But I have MS.”
“Okay. I have a hairy butt. Does that turn you off?”
A snort escaped her lips at his completely random personal detail. She giggled, only stopping when she caught sight of his serious expression. “You’re kidding, right? A hairy butt and MS don’t compare for reasons to avoid getting involved with someone.”
“Both are permanent. I don’t plan on getting my ass waxed. Don’t worry. It’s not long enough to braid or anything.”
A mental image of Razor with his hairy butt sticking up for an esthetician to slather hot wax over popped into her mind. She stared at him for a couple of seconds before exploding with delighted laughter. He joined her this time with deep chuckles that somehow aroused her.
Honey realized he was making a point. They each came with pluses and minuses. Her MS didn’t scare him.
“I don’t care if you have a hairy bottom,” she told him.
“Thank goodness. I don’t care if you have MS.”
He couldn’t truly feel like this—really understand what her present and future held. “Razor, you don’t need to say that to be nice. We just met. The reality of my disease impacts my life in so many ways. I’m not normal,” she explained as he entered her street.
Razor remained quiet until he pulled into her driveway. He put the car in park and turned off the engine. Her heart sank as he stepped out of the door and circled the car to open hers. Silently, he leaned in to unbuckle her seatbelt. His lips brushed against her forehead, reassuring her. Was that intentional?
“Oh!” she gasped as he slid his arms around her and lifted her from the seat. As she clung to his broad shoulders, Razor closed the passenger door with a bump of one hip. He set her on the hood of her car, stepping between her legs to tether her securely in place. She didn’t question his dominance. It quieted the voice inside that told her he couldn’t be real.
“I refuse to be offended that you think so little of me to imagine I’d pursue you without considering the future. As a doctor, Little girl, I’m aware of the worst-case scenario. I also know they are making great progress in research and creating new medicines. How about if you take me for what I’d like to be for you? A Daddy who doesn’t run from anything.”
“You’re kind of a badass,” she whispered, smiling at him.
“Exactly. A hairy badass.” Razor leaned forward to kiss her thoroughly. She clung to him as sensual feelings she had thought might be dead inside her swirled to life. When he lifted his head, Honey couldn’t believe the precious gift he’d given her.
Hope.
Chapter 3
