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My heart is beating so fast and hope dares to bloom when I had just come to terms with raising this child by myself. I never thought I’d see him again.
And it is so good to see him, even if it’s through a screen.
“Dove, if you’re watching, name the one thing you wouldn’t let me do because you wanted something else.”
I gasp, covering my mouth with my hand. I can’t believe he’d ask such a thing. He even has a knowing twinkle in his eye. It will be obvious what he’s asking. Heat flushes my cheeks and a familiar throb begins between my legs.
“How could I ever forget.” I nibble my bottom lip in memory.
I wish he were here. Not only because I find myself missing him, but because I want him to be part of this journey with me.
“Goodnight, Dove.” Winston’s deep voice nearly has me falling asleep. “I miss you more than I should since I barely know you, but I do. I miss you like crazy.”
“I miss you too.” I rub my thumb over his face, finding myself craving the feel of the stubble on his cheek.
I download his video and watch it over and over again. The sound of his voice sends us to sleep, dreaming of the day when we will see him again.
All I have to do is be brave and message him.
6
WINSTON
“Lagging today, Dr. Warrick?”Olivia asks when she catches me yawning for the fifth time this morning.
Not even the large cup she got me is helping to put a pep in my step. I’ve finished two cups, and I still feel as though I just rolled out of bed. I got no sleep last night. It wasn’t because I doomscrolled until the break of dawn. I truly couldn’t care less about videos like Olivia warned me about. I stayed up all night checking comments and messages, hoping and wishing that one of the thousands of women declaring their love for me was Dove.
None of them were.
This is torture. Every video I’ve posted has received millions of views. The only other option is that Dove has seen my pleas for her and has decided to remain silent because she’s no longer interested.
“Yeah, I didn’t sleep well. That’s alright. Not the first time I’ve had a long day and it won’t be the last.” I stand, grabbing my white coat from the hanger and slipping it on. “Hey—” I yawn again, covering my mouth with my fist. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’ve been there.”
“Thanks.” I pick up my empty coffee mug, deciding I definitely need a refill. “You booked the War-Med Con accommodations, right?”
She tilts her head, placing her hands on her hips. “For the sixth time, yes. Not that I need to. Your family runs that Con. You could show up and you’d be given anything and everything you want.”
“I like to have my plans in order. You know me.”
“Don’t I ever,” Olivia grumbles with a clearsick of metone.
“Thanks for that. I appreciate it.”
“First class ticket even though you could take the War-Med family jet.”
“You know I don’t like that. Why use a jet when first class exists? My family can be so over-the-top.”
“You do have the penthouse at the hotel—like always.”
“Perfect. And my speech? My presentation?”
“Saved on your computer and in the storage cloud on your laptop.” She follows me out of my office, sitting down in her chair when the phone rings. “Everything I set for you. You have a meeting in two hours. Don’t forget.”
“With who again?” I pinch my eyes closed and rub the corners, hoping it will give me a small pep in my step.
“The residents. You have to select the chief resident, Dr. Warrick. Before you leave for your conference.”
